100 Word Challenge: Gift

Recently, I started reading a new book – “Two Years Eight Months and Twenty-Eight Nights” by Salman Rushdie.

I’ll do the math for you… that’s 1001 Nights, or you might recognize the more familiar Americanized version, “Arabian Nights,” of Ali Baba fame.

This telling occurs in the near future after a devastating storm hits New York City. With the recent ruination left in the wake of hurricanes Harvey and Irma, the story seems a little too prophetic.

Anyway… the premise is that the descendants of the children of Dunia, the princess of the jinn, and a mortal man, have come into their fairy gifts. Gifts that they at first don’t understand.

I’m only a few chapters in, but I am already wondering what my special gift would be if I were part of the jinn.

Would I be a shape-shifter? Or would I be able to fly? Maybe have the heightened intuition to tell when someone was lying.

Would I use my gifts for good? Evil?

Perhaps a little of both.

“…everything is relative, one man’s absolute belief is another man’s fairy tale…” ~ Salman Rushdie, “Two Years Eight Months and Twenty-Eight Nights.”

This week’s word is:


What to do:

Using “gift” for inspiration, write 100 Words – 100 exactly – no more, no less. You can either use the word – or any form of the word – as one of your 100, or it can be implied. Include a link in your post back here, and add your story to the Mister Linky list. If you don’t have a blog, you can leave your submission in the comment section, or as a Facebook status post. Remember to keep spreading the love with supportive comments for your fellow Wordsters.

2 thoughts on “100 Word Challenge: Gift

  1. Whenever we visit Gloucester, Massachusettes I go to the Bookstore of Gloucester in the historic west end. For me, it is a magical place. I never fail to leave with a new book of poetry. Our trip of two days ago was no different. Although I don’t overtly use the word Gift in this piece I always consider a visit to that bookstore and my subsequent book purchase a gift. This year was no different.
    The book I purchased is Mind the Light by Suellen Wedmore. You can read a poem from the book by going to: http://www.servinghousejournal.com/WedmoreKeeper.aspx

    A trip to Gloucester means… visit the bookstore. In the Poetry section a slim book nearly jumped off the shelf. When that happens pays attention. “Mind the Light” the cover said. Pictured was a tall lighthouse and a wild sea.

    Opening it I discovered a cache of poems written as if by the real women who were pressed into service when their light keeper husbands or fathers were away. They lived from 1864 through 1911. No electric lights for them. They climbed slippery cold rungs to reach the top to light the candles to save ships.

    Unsung heroines until now!

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