The spell of summer was broken, its blue skies faded and grayed, awash on cloud-strewn winds. Trees champed and tossed their manes as the winds reared and galloped. Leaves and small branches came unberthed, wildly skittering and wheeling about, finally ending in twisted, dreary piles, pelted by unrepentant rain.
With nightfall, winds diminished, yet mustered petulant gusts to usher the last of the clouds away, until, weary, it murmured quietly in the silver cast treetops. In the crisp light of a full moon, the night sky sparked and shivered.
Somehow fall had come; somehow another spell had been cast.
Second take for Carrot Ranch August 31, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a speller. You can deviate from the primary meaning if magic catches your imagination. Go where the prompt leads.
The cue this week, 9/14, over at Unchartered is CAST. Thought I was too busy to write this week, then noticed that this flash piece is ready to go, six sentences exactly and featuring the cue word. Forgive me for recycling.