Conjurer

He was about to enter the room when everyone laughed, derisively.

He had wrapped himself in a white cloth; a garland of flowers hung around his neck. But strangely he smelled of fish.

He froze at the door step. He looked at everyone; it was a look that could burn anyone to ashes.

‘You dare to laugh because you don’t know what I have been doing all these days. I was learning magic and sorcery from Circe.’

He had learnt magic from a mythical goddess; he must be mad. That’s what most of them thought. But, for some reason, no one laughed.

‘I must punish you all for your impertinence. This would be your last laugh. Now you got less than a minute. Soon you will all vanish from this world.’

He stepped behind a wooden screen kept inside the room and began chanting strange words.

Everyone kept sitting, apprehensive of what was going to happen. Some of them were now cursing themselves for mocking him. They had only made a fool of themselves.

The chanting had stopped and a deathly silence descended on all of them.

It took them time to realize as to what had happened. The magic had worked; he had vanished from the world.

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A post for Sunday Whirl

Word prompts- hung, less, made, fish, screen, cloth, enter, last, flowers, burn, took, white.

Word count 206