Thursday, January 9, 2014

Bone Work

"Ma, my hands are tired," Ruby complained.

"Keep working, we can't stop now." Ma expertly rolled out another clump of clay into a long thin rope then cut it in precisely seven inch lengths. 

Ruby stretched her wings then picked up a piece of the clay and folded it in half. She pinched it at the crease, flattening and bending out the ends. When she was done, she placed it on the drying tray with the others.

"Why do people use these things? Don't they know they're not magic?"

"People don't need for them to be real; they just need to think it might work."

"Kinda like how people think about God?"

"Just like that, Ruby. Now hurry up. The chickens are waiting to get their wish bones."

Picture Prompt

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