Dancer


Original Artwork © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields


Shaman Kingeye sat with the elders of the Paint Clan watching the girl as she performed the sacred ceremonial dance.  

 Aylen moved step by step to the beat of the drum, in the way her mother taught.

“Stop!” The keeper of the mystics went to her. “No wonder you’re open to the Witchery Way, you don’t believe your ancestral history.”

The first time she heard Skinwalker, Aylen thought it a joke, but the night she Turned proved otherwise. Their connection to the ancestors and Mother Earth was paramount.

“No wonder your spirit wanders.”

“I believe!”

“Then dance like you do!”


100 words Flash

Copyright © Glynis Rankin

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