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Gifted with a second chance at life, what happened, I became again my teenager self, youth on the prod for adventure. As it all began, I was always getting into something and finding it as a peril I could not get out of on my own. Thinking back to this one time when my inquisitive nature got the best of me, it sent my dear mother to spend several weeks in a rest home.
Charlie, he was my very best friend, and I, we went to visit old Miss Smyth. Now she was an old lady and for the most part quite nice. She would welcome young people when they might come to visit, offering refreshments and wanting to talk. Being she lived alone on her centennial farm I suspect, she was lonely and longed for conversation. If one did visit she would expect her visitors to remain on the front porch, never allowing anyone to go inside her spacious old home. Yet boys being boys we were ready to seek adventure, and so on one day we got ourselves into trouble. Visiting the nice ole' lady and accepting her refreshments we waited, watching until she with conversing tired her out, and drifted off to sleep while sitting in a rocking chair. Charlie looked to me and we both smiled, then quietly the two of us entered the old house.
Sneaking around and trying our best to be quiet, Charlie stumbled tripping over the corner of an area rug. The rug was there in the center of the living room, as if as a place of honor for a tall wooden stand, and on the stand set a crystal the size of a football. Tripping, Charlie instinctively reached to brace himself up by grabbing at the stand only to knock it over and send the great crystal rolling across the floor.
We both broke into laughter seeing the thing tumble to the floor and then roll quickly toward the front door. The crazy thing seemed to know where it was going and turned a corner heading out onto the porch. Then doing as what bold kids do, we walked out of the front door, stood on the porch, and awaited the condemnation to come.
The crystal slammed into rocking chair causing Miss Smyth to wake up. Sitting up in her chair, her eyes looked down at the rounded, glass ball setting at her feet. Then with an angry look at first Charlie and then me, she picked up the piece of crystal.
She acted as if the thing were her pet, such a delight it was to her, she held as worth more than even our young lives. She gazed into the crystal ball, smoothing her wrinkled hands over the smooth surface as she gazed at the strange inner faceted shapes cast inside the rounded ball. As we stood there, the crystal began to change color, it fading from being clear to something aqua blue. Standing there, half scared of what we saw, and wondering about this crystal ball, I expected we would be shortly on the receiving end of some punishment.
"My Crystal, oh dear crystal, it pleases me that you are alright. Crystal my Crystal of what would consider is as the proper punishment for two so bold and brash youngsters as these two here?" Miss Smyth did ask of her strange crystal ball.
Charlie seeing what she did, then what she said, got him scared and with being so, he always got mouthy. He turned to leave the front porch telling Miss Smyth she was crazy for talking to a rock! Turning to leave, Charlie's middle finger rouse in a salute to Miss Smyth, and was more than brash, he wanted to be insulting if not rude and crude.
I stood there stunned and looking at the previously nice old Lady and friend, me watching her reaction I was witness to seeing her eyes turn red and begin to glow. Miss Smyth held her left hand up and ordered Charlie to stop, which, surprisingly he did and then told to turn and to face her.
Slowly her hand lowered, straightened, and with an arthritic and kinky index finger, she pointed at Charlie. "Crazy am I, old yes, but wise and knowing, having here this crystal passed down through our family to now me. A Witch am I, able to live here these many decades, but by the graces given regularly those who were too bold for their own good, or they who had no home or reason to live, ultimately they came here to me.
To some I gave the offering of security, to others who like you two were hell bent on causing trouble I gave them what suited the will of my Crystal. Now be you attentive to what shall come to pass, the appropriate punishment for two who were as friends but became as vandals. I think it best you learn to respect your elders, if not your better! Bold and indignant, young and brash, showing off your male dominance as it were, I think Crystal can offer a solution here!" She said, angrier than I had ever seen her be, and then vengeful.
Written by Kevin Rooste
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