Introduction: These days you need to watch what people want from you.
The beautiful girl dressed in bright colors sat near her painted wagon under the full moon humming an old gypsy tune. It was a quiet night by the lake the weather was clear and all was peaceful.
Her humming grew louder as she got to her feet dancing hypnotically to the strange tune. The man in the moon got curious and moved closer to watch.
A log exploded in the campfire sending up bright embers illuminating her loveliness. The man in the moon approved. The stars were also drawn to her charms crowding together to see her better.
The moon attempted to outshine these stars showing his displeasure at sharing her as the other curious planets and heavenly bodies drew near. There was a static electricity in the air as sheets of glowing northern lights moved through the charged sky.
Suddenly, the girl began to sing a wordless song her voice alluring and soothing. She danced slowly, almost sexual as she spun around and around. The moon’s surprised face quickly turned to rapture as he glowed happily. He wanted, no, needed more.
Hearing her song the stars answered by shining their brightest vying for attention as the planets moved closer to see. The whole sky was alive with heavenly bodies gathering and crowding over her tiny campfire.
Her cart-horse was tied to the wagon watching with stars in its eyes. Being a horse, it didn’t have many unique thoughts on this night but did believe that something was very different with the sky.
The sky had never been like this! The darkness of the night washed away by the light of the sun reflected more times to count. Combined, it was a dazzling light.
Bare-footed in the soft sand the girl ended her song bending down to pick up an ancient ornate bottle she had hidden behind a rock. Pulling the gemstone stopper she said a few words in an ancient tongue. In moments, the whole sky was empty as she ended the spell sealing the bottle.
The moon, stars, planets-everything in the night heavens were pulled into the enchanted bottle and collected. The surrounding woodlands and lake shrunk with fear after witnessing the evil magic.
The girl smiled in the resulting darkness revealing a missing front tooth and set the bottle aside preparing to break camp. As she busied herself she could see the colors flashing inside.
She hitched her horse to the colorful wagon that was her home ready to depart. The girl carefully checked the bottle, labeling it and storing it in a wooden crate with the others.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2014, rewritten 2018
I like to write about images. You can get so much from one picture whether you write about the whole image, a part of it, a shape or color in it, or whatever your muse sees, I think it’s always interesting. If I can’t get a story out of a picture I will write a poem. This ditty was written about this image and I find so many to use from Google image searches.