Linda Maye Adams

Writing in Public, Story 5, Last Scenes

Cover showing a rugged stream as a man stands on a rock overlooking it“You have to try again,” Morgan said.

He’d gotten that stubborn look in his face, arms folded across his chest.  He’d already made it clear that they were not going anywhere.

“And what if I make it worse?” Eleri said.  She was hunched on the blanket, staring dismally at the spot where she knew the tear was.  The silver leaked out like tears.

“You are the only one here with water magic.” Morgan said.  “And doing nothing will make it worse.  Look, when I started teaching you cooking, you were terrible.  You thought you couldn’t ever do it right.  Think of this like seasoning a soup.  Taste the soup, add a pinch of salt, and taste it again.”

His words helped.  She knew how bad she had truly been cooking anything, and she was better at this.  She wasn’t sure about tasting the tear, or how she would do that.

She dropped back into her magic, forgetting that Morgan was with her, forgetting all sound, forgetting all sensation of the chill in the air.

Instead, she hovered in front of the tear, studying the size and shape of it.  Tasting it, as it were.  Taking it in.  Fighting the instinct to do something without thinking about it, like what she did with cooking.

She’d touched the left corner with her magic.  It gaped more there, spitting out silver.  The right side … maybe.

Add salt?

She smiled at the thought.  It might work if she thought of her magic as salt.

She gathered it up with her mind, like a handful.  The magic stirred, curious at this use.  The two year old was back, ready to bounce along and see what this would do.

Easy, easy.  She pressed the handful of magic into the corner.  Not too hard.  Just sticking it in there.

Then she drew back and examined the result.

Let out her breath.  Was it her imagination or was the tear a little smaller?

Buoyed by this, she repeated the same process.  She had to remind herself to take it slow.  She found herself repeating the same steps over and over, finding comfort in the rhythm, in the sameness.

Then, there was nothing.

The tear was simply no longer there, like it hadn’t existed.

She came back to herself and to a joyful Morgan.

“You did it!” he yelled, clapping her shoulders.  “You did it!”


Morgan sent word to the other water mages where the streams were fouled, telling them how to fix it.  But for the river that had run white, Eleri and the other two water mages went out to that one.  Between the three of them, it took a week to fix a tear almost six feet long.

As she sat down at the campfire for a meal, she wished she could talk to the silver woman in the other place and make sure that she was all right.  But she thought as they’d patched off last of the big tear, she’d felt a bit of water magic from the other side.

The soup was hot and loaded with vegetables.  She sampled it.  Thought it needed more salt.


Might run a day late with the next story.  My computer stopped working–Office Depot guy thought it was the graphics card.  I was going, “No! I have two more scenes to do!”  I ended up buying another computer.  I did have backups, but it’s just a challenge getting everything set back up again…

1 Comment

  1. Good story and premise. Could do more with Eleri and her water magic. I like that it has a personality. Much more interesting.


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