Grandma Rosewood

A boy learns his grandmother holds secrets of healing and hidden magic.

Kinsley Rosewood sat on the worn wooden steps of his grandmother’s porch, staring toward the dense forest behind her cottage. The late afternoon sun had begun to fade, yet the image remained burned into his mind; a shimmering arc of color that hovered between the trees like a rainbow caught mid stride. He clutched the small, faded picture he had drawn of it, his fingers smudged with crayon.

“Grandmother?” he called softly as she stepped outside, carrying a steaming teapot and two delicate cups.

She smiled warmly and sat beside him, setting the teapot on a small table between them. “What troubles you, dear heart?”

“I saw something in the forest,” Kinsley said, handing her the picture. “It looked like a rainbow, but it wasn’t raining... and it moved. Do you think magic is real?”

“Yes,” she finally said, her voice gentle but certain. “Magic is very real.”

Kinsley’s eyes widened. “You mean like in stories?”

She chuckled softly. “Sometimes stories remember truths better than people do. I am what is called a White witch. I use magic to heal those who are hurting, whether in body or spirit.”

Kinsley blinked, unsure whether to be amazed or frightened. “Mom and Dad...did they know?”

Her expression softened with sadness. “They did. I had hoped they would teach you when the time was right. But after the accident...you came here, and I waited until you were ready.”

Kinsley looked back toward the forest, where golden light now filtered through the branches. “Am I ready?”

She reached over, placing her hand over his. Warmth spread through his fingers like sunlight. “If you wish to learn, I will show you how to use your magic.”

Kinsley smiled, hope fluttering in his chest like a newborn spark.


Word Count: 292
Prompt: Write a story that includes the words: magic, picture, teapot
Written for: "Daily Flash Fiction Challenge"