The Daily Vignette: Opening Shot
Nov. 14th, 2003 11:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mishalakI have an idea. My idea is that I could post a vignette a day to my journal to improve my fiction writing and writing in general. Plus keep everyone here entertained. So hopefully this will be the first of many.
The soil moved for the first time in tens of dozens of years. The rich, but pebbly loam being dug by a garden spade. The bottle waited with its charge of mystery. It once had been marked with a white paint symbol that would have reminded the enchanter what he had filled it with. Now two centuries of slow aging had slowly reduced the paint to flakes held to the surface of the bottle by the dirt alone. Would it be at last found? The square glass pulled from the ground so long after it was buried to save it from fire and the prying inquires of the Bóginki. If it were found might someone at last drink the fine liquor stored within it and unknowingly gain the spirit that lay dormant in it? The next few minutes would tell as the gardener continued to dig in the warming vegetable patch.
The soil moved for the first time in tens of dozens of years. The rich, but pebbly loam being dug by a garden spade. The bottle waited with its charge of mystery. It once had been marked with a white paint symbol that would have reminded the enchanter what he had filled it with. Now two centuries of slow aging had slowly reduced the paint to flakes held to the surface of the bottle by the dirt alone. Would it be at last found? The square glass pulled from the ground so long after it was buried to save it from fire and the prying inquires of the Bóginki. If it were found might someone at last drink the fine liquor stored within it and unknowingly gain the spirit that lay dormant in it? The next few minutes would tell as the gardener continued to dig in the warming vegetable patch.