The echo of the ancient flute toned through time, causing slight ripples in the blood of the two women whose line of descendancy wove back to a dynasty even before the Sphinx. Their two distant ancestors had been lulled into senselessness by that very flute as the priests presided over the transmutation into stone sculptures to slumber hundreds of generations until reawakening at the proper time. Now a life essence stirred again in the stone, slowly drifting like wisps of incense into the bodies of the two receptacles. It had long been predestined. They would revitalize the modern blood with the ancient ideas, spawn a race of the old age. The realization of their destiny sparked an unquenchable lust in their eyes. But first things first. The Egyptian Exhibit was on its tour stop in Manhattan. The two souls, reawakened after untold millennia, must first go shopping.
Story #35
4 comments:
A very nice ending which brings you back to the down-to-earth level from a trip into a magical world. It's one of my favourite types of humour:)
K.
I love your stories of magick and wonder. If you have never read Charles De Lint I must ask that you look him up. Your writing reminds me of him.
Thanks Robyn! I love tips like this. You can learn an awful lot about what's good just by looking at the special things that other people have found. Can you recommend any particular title? keep in mind I love the works of Edgar Allen Poe, J.R.R. Tolkein, and Gustav Meyrink, a mystical German author who you definitely must look up, as well.
Thank you Olivia. Coming from an Egyptologist such as yourself, it's quite a compliment.
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