Harpy by S. H. Marpel

Author:S. H. Marpel
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: mystery, detective, ghosts, paranormal, short stories, fantasy, parables
Publisher: Midwest Journal Press
Published: 2018-06-17T00:00:00+00:00

VIII

SAL, JUDE, AND I WERE walking up to my little cabin. Hermione was running ahead to check the vole and mice runs around the barn. As well, there were some spayed cats who normally had the run of the place, along with my dog, Bertie. I was sure they’d all get along well. Well, except the mice and voles.

We three human forms had not a lot to say as we waled, each deep in our own thoughts.

When we reached the cabin, I turned to my spirit-guides. “Well, I guess I have a story to write and you have to tell Ben all about it.”

“Not so fast, mister.” Jude said, moving up on one side to grab an arm.

Sal came up to grab the other arm. “After all, you haven’t told us about Harpy and what she said. Sal's nudge got us all walking toward the cabin porch.

“I thought you’d heard it all.” I said.

“No, we were completely out of the loop while it happened. When time unfroze, she was gone and the three sisters were simply ghosts again.” Sal said.

“So their powers came from Harpy?” I asked.

“That we can’t be sure of. They might actually have tapped into some natural witchcraft that gardeners and some farmers use. It’s called 'having a green thumb'.” Jude said. “At any rate, Harpy enabled them to focus those powers, for whatever reason she had.”

We’d reached the porch at that point, with it’s two chairs. “Coffee or chocolate?” Jude asked.

“Both.” Sal and I said at once.

Jude shifted inside without using the door and soon came back outside, using a soft kick to move the screen door out of her way. It then stayed there, on pause. I took my mug of café-mocha and Sal took hers. Jude gestured toward the two chairs, then again so that my folding chair came out to lean against her while a third mug showed up in her own hand.

The screen door softly closed on its own at that point (without its usual “bang”.) Jude then had the chair open itself so she could sit on it, between us Sal and I. Jude crossed her legs and leaned on them toward me, mug in hand, waiting, expectant.

Sal sipped her own mug while I appreciated the whip-o-wills and bob-whites starting their twilight songs, the cicadas chirping and the thick cumulus preparing to kiss the sun for the last time that day. It was good to be home again. With two good friends.

Hermione suddenly appeared from no where and rubbed up against my leg. So I petted her for a while, but declined any invitation to take her onto my lap.

Make that three good friends.

“So? Tell us all about it.” Sal said.

I told them our conversation pretty much word for word, along with the physical reactions I had gone through.

“It’s just curious to me why she would let up that spell when she could make you do anything she wanted.” Jude thought out loud.

“I wonder if she wasn’t wanting something from you that she couldn’t get by force of spells or threats.

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