It's Still Life

Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a Saint
Six Sentence Story: Day 9 Part 1

The Vanishing Act

I decide to pocket the book into its own shadow, hidden until I know what to do with it. Closing my eyes, the words wound around my fingers—and I traced them along the edge of Drummond’s grimoire.

“Veil and vanish, lost from sight,
Hidden safe in darkest light.
None shall see and none shall know,
Until un-wound I let you show.”

The book vanishes—its presence redefined by its absence.

I tuck it beneath the passenger seat and join Nick and Hünga at the river’s edge.

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Written for Denise’s Six Sentences including the word “wound”   Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025.

Description for the visually impaired: An old, worn book with yellowed pages lies open on a simple wooden stool against a blurred backdrop of a forest, creating a sense of quiet solitude and age. The soft, diffused lighting highlights the texture of the book.