Fiddling Up a Storm: Fantasy

Fiddling up a storm. There’s a reason for that expression, and although it may have started with the quick and fickle summer storms that any really well-trained fiddler could call up, it also extends to the big, heavy, man-killing winter storms. When I was just a little girl, not even full grown, my grand-pappy pulled me aside and warned me about what could be fiddled up, and as part of that warning, he taught me how. Storms are some of it. There's other things, too. Many of them even I've been smart enough not to try (like calling up the Devil for a contest, for one!), but I've had a rough life at times and sometimes I've let that make me do things that I wish I could call back. There's no fiddle charm for that one, though. The winter storm I called up, for once, didn’t kill anybody--well, not anybody who didn't deserve it. You could say it saved a bunch of folks, even, and you'd be right. Of course, I think the preacher suspects what happened, since he was there when I called it up, and I know a whole bunch of well-meaning folks keep nagging me to do it again, to play like I did that day of the big snowstorm, the one where there was a jailbreak and that school bus of little kids almost got took. Well enough, and all that, but of course it becomes awkward over time when I keep insisting that I don’t' know what they're talking about and that they hear me play every day. And then it got on YouTube, and the weirdness really started.


Inspiration: http://www.flickr.com/photos/closetartist/6767805131/
Story potential: High.
Notes: And this is one of those "didn't do any writing all day and mustn't break the chain" freewriting ideas. Yeah. Well, whatever gets the job done.