100 Words:

Now, did you remember all the steps?

My entry:

“You sprinkled the basilisk blood in a circle.”

“Yeah.  If that’s the yellow goop, yeah.”

“Widdershins?”

“Gesundheit?“

“Anti-clockwise?”

“Yeah.”

“You said the words I gave you.”

“Jazhmazol, Frelli–“

“Not! Here!  Hmmmm.  You lit each of the candles in order?”

“Zippo Black Crackle — never fails.”

“The chickens?”

Roger glared.  “Yeah.  Never again.”

“Squeamish?”

“I killed plenty of chickens for supper, growing up,.  For magic’s different.”

“Not even to save your –? That’s it!  Your wife!”

“What about her?”

“You’re not a virgin.  Of course it didn’t work.”

Roger decked him.  It was either that or shoot him, and he still needed the wizard to find Chrys.

100 Words:

My entry:

“Notice anything odd about the weather, dear?”

Roger shook his head, brushing the snow off his overcoat, and hanging it up on the coat rack.  “Can’t say I have, why?”

“Well, it’s July.”

“Right”

“And we live in San Francisco.”

“Last I checked.”

“And all this snow ….”

“Twain said the coldest winter he’d ever spent was summer in San Francisco.”

“Yes, but — and nobody seems to think it odd.  Including you.”

Roger scratched his head, then shrugged. 

“And then there are those Valkyries in the sky.”

Roger laughed.  “Chrys, if you wore one of those brass bras in this cold, you’d be screeching, too.”