These things tend to be short pieces that may or may not be the beginning of something else. Originally they were 101 words but this month I will allow myself more. . M’s prompt was ‘Wizards and wormholes
Farzlebarg took off his hat, scratched his head and ran a ponderous hand through his long white beard.
“Well, well, what the devil is that I wonder?” He said to himself, head tilted to one side.
“It’s a wormhole” came a very matter-of-fact reply.
Farzlebarg turned slowly to where his apprentice stood looking rather proud of himself.
“Have you ever heard of a rhetorical question boy?” The old wizard snapped.
Farbidoo nodded vigorously “A rhetorical question is a figure of speech in the form of a question that is…”
“Oh do shush boy, please. You really must work on your situational context.”
The boy lowered his head and quietened his voice “…asked to make a point rather than to elicit an answer.”
By this point the wizard had however stopped listening and had again turned his attention to the slowly rotating purple mass with the dark spinning centre that had taken up the majority of his already quite small kitchen.
“Curious indeed” he mused as he tossed a tea cup towards it and watched it disappear with a noise not wholly dissimilar to that of a wellington boot being pulled from the mud.
“I wonder where it came from” Farbidoo said peering around the old man.
“Do you really?” Farzlebarg asked. Whilst the boy was keen as mustard when it came to his studies he lacked a certain curiosity and bravery when it came to real world application.
“Well yes, there is a worm hole in the kitchen so I would most certainly want to know where it came from.”
Farzlebarg threw the matching saucer after the cup. There was little point of a saucer without a cup, and it disappeared with the same noise mud squelching noise.
“The question is not where it comes from boy, as interesting as that might be. The question you ought to be asking yourself is this…” He paused momentarily for dramatic effect. He did so enjoy a little tension in his delivery. The mark of a fine orator most certainly.
Farbidoo strained hanging on the old wizard’s every word.
“The question you ought to ask yourself boy…”
The old man grabbed his arm.
“The question you should ask yourself, because it is far more interesting and holds the potential for much greater adventure, is where does it lead…”