Round 1 : Spirited
Round 2 : Spirited 2
Standing before the same seashore point where her father was rested, she opens the pretty flowery designed covered jar.
"Stay together forever. Just like your years on earth and in eternal life."
Looking how the ashes flow in the air and falls on the sea water, she remembers the story she just read from the storybook.
She left it where she found it in the bookshelf of her mother. It was right in front of her working table.
"Well sis, I guess we have to go. It is getting dark."
Beside her stands her younger brother. According to their mother, she had found her brother and father looking at the exact location where they are standing at the moment.
That her father and brother were hypnotized or spelled by something she could not explain. Her brother was then three years old.
Now, he is ten times that age. She smiles to herself and to her adorable brother.
"Yes, we better go."
The writer's hand got stiffened.
"I guess you better go as well my pen. This is quite a long story you made me write."
As if it was a response to his request, he realized that the pen neither wanted to write. It still had ink, but it was not writing on the paper. It was failing.
"Great!"
And the writer rested his head on his chair's headrest.
But the brother went back to the story writer asking a question.
"So where is the story?"
The sister responded.
"In a book."
The writer gave a wink.
"Let us see what The Pen would decide to do. Let it be through The Writer Series or A Book."
(c) bbayonito20/bethbciar
