THE STONE TICKET

"I SUMMON THEE!"

The words echoed through the air while the wind raged, and waves crashed the rocks, spraying my face with a cool mist.

The witch promised the spell would bring her back, but so far, only the elements responded. It has been a year since her death.

Digging in my pocket, I pulled out the stone ticket the witch had given me. Pure white, smooth, and flat,

I wiped my face and stood. Whispering the spell one last time, throwing it.

It skipped across the water nine times; she appeared calling to me, reaching out with her arms.