Melted wax and a bowl of crushed herbs gave away the truth. Sylvester was at it, again. Always dabbling in magic, he’d make such a mess of things. Lighted candles dripped, over Isabelle’s fine linens.

The window, left open, caused the herbs to swirl, sending them into the air. But, Sylvester was nowhere to be found. His belongings, scattered, appeared as if someone had looked for something. Perhaps it was he they were looking for. Isabelle scanned the room, then closed the window.

The candle flickered and went out.

Smiling, ever slightly, Isabelle sighed. “Finally. I’ve had enough of him”

 

June Writing Prompt – Melted wax and a bowl of crushed herbs gave away the truth – Day 27/30

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