The Singing Well

"When the Moon Melts"

The dwarf's hideous face retreated from the basement window, an array of grimy grey whiskers and a radish nose.

Chanted Mr. Plimsoul and the lady together. Wild shadows flickered around them, and they gestured toward the shut box, black and shiny as a beetle's back. They seemed to be trying to compel the box to open or spontaneously erupt in flame...or something.

"Casket of Augersaal, I command you: open " Mr. Plimsoul shouted, making a weird gesture at the box.

"By Neamiahas' eye, by Qyudditch's kin, I say: unfasten " the lady hissed, her boa and her long arms gesturing in the flickering light of the braziers.

The casket hopped on the sawhorses once, as if a person inside were being tickled or kicked, and then was still. A thin jet of purple smoke sizzled from one end of the casket... and then stopped.

My other books on CreateSpace are:
createspace.com/3842640 Of flares, of flowers (142 erotic sonnets)
createspace.com/3679722Greetings from Mt. Olympus (Collected poems)
createspace.com/3671917 Sipping Beer in the Shadow of God (Travel Notes and Prose Poems in the spirit of Basho)
createspace.com/3646295 Evil Interludes (Novella inspired by the life of the French symbolist poet, Charles Baudelaire)
createspace.com/3679708 The Singing Well (YA coming-of-age novel)