Lantern Waste (100 words)
It begins with the cat. Tail curling, back arching, its proprietorial pavement strut a provocation too far for the watching mongrel stray. Flea-bitten and wretched, but still dog enough to take up the chase, he races across the street.
Tyres shriek, vehicles collide; sprinkling scrap metal from an overloaded truck. A short iron bar, rolling to the kerb is quickly concealed by the feathery winter flurry.
Beneath the frosty mantle, primordial magic begins to work. Ferrous roots spread downwards, a post emerges, rising from the drift.
At midnight’s chime, the lamp, full-grown, bathes the land in an eerie, spectral glow.
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This story was written for Friday Fictioneers, 26th March Edition. Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields on her blog: Addicted To Purple. To read some of the other stories posted this week click here.