Demonstration
I’m going to eliminate demonstration presentations from my Speech course. I was erasing the board after class tonight when a student approached me, asked if I’d approve a ritual for the assignment. “I’ll need to make an altar, bring a knife.”
I turned to face her, “Sorry… no, Moira, that’s not okay.”
She narrowed her eyes, whispered words I barely caught, “within wood…split a stone…find me there.”
I smiled weakly, “Was that a spell?”
She stormed out. I gathered my books and bag and walked quickly to the car. Under my blouse, my jasper cross tingled warm against my skin.
From Guest Contributor Yvonne Morris
Yvonne is the author of Mother was a Sweater Girl (The Heartland Review Press). Her most recent work has appeared in the Santa Clara Review, The Write Launch, and Friday Flash Fiction.
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