OSR and Flash Fiction

Today I wrote flash fiction about the second level magic user spell, locate object.

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Shakey Cat was an old conjurer, a magic user of sorts, who hung-out with rangers around the lake. He spent most of his time in camp, reading books and trying to figure out the maps. Late one afternoon, he was strolling behind a second lake and noticed he'd lost his knife, a good one with an elkhorn haft and silvered blade. Good thing, he thought, I have my locate object spell.

Shakey circled his left hand and threw the spell for searching. Ninety feet of lakeside crammed inside his head. His eyes almost popped out. By the time he could walk again, the spell kicked-in. What stood out most was a heavy fish that sliced the water’s surface. He went ahead, jumped in, and swam to a pile of rocks, sort of like an island. He searched but didn't see the silvered knife. Earlier that week he’d read a ranger’s note about bull turtles that loved this lake, so he worried about his toes and fingers. Maybe it was just good luck but as the spell began to fade, a place stood out on the eastern side of the lake, where light reflected in a pool. Aw hell, he remembered, I’d just been down there yesterday.

Sure enough Shakey found his silvered knife, left on rocks in a shady spot below some pines. He kneeled down, strapped the knife in his sheath. For no reason, he thought of Fillanapping, his mother, then figured he’d better head on back to camp. He looked around. The sunset streamed gold and green across the water. 

Thanks for reading.