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Genie Magnolia

By Seashell Harpspring Published 3 days ago • 3 min read

Donning clothing for the unknown, I prepare for an adventure that is "woman's work" because no man can get caught trying to search for flowers. Too feminine and flowers with magical petals are ridiculous. There is a misty forest to check it out. Probably sent here with my male colleagues thinking I'll get lost, but I press on telling myself I can figure it out. There is apparently a specific genie magnolia that if you write your wish on a petal and set it afloat in water, it will grant the wish. If it is out there I will definitely wish to be taken seriously at work. Too many women have dug or ventured through caves because they were small enough and made discoveries the men take credit for.

I press on through the forest having packed Gatorade and snacks. I try to map my way through the place based on the plants but it is difficult. I finally come across a little cabin in the woods and walk up to see it is called the Floral Tavern. I walk in and there is many people there. I wonder how people know where the place is and walk up to the bar, "someone new, who told you how to look for the tavern." The man at the counter asks.

"I was just journeying through," I reply then order a drink and chips. I finished up and ventured more, happy to have a place to map down. This helps me as I eventually come across an abandoned amusement park. All rides are crusty and shut down except a Fortune Teller's tent. I walk up to the dining tent with a fire and candles lit.

"Would you like your fortune told?" The lady asks. The signs around says her name is Madame Magnolia.

"Are you the magical magnolia people talk about?"

"What is your wish?" She asks.

"To be taken seriously with my work."

"The mist shall part for you then," Outside the tent the mist parts and shows a bridge. "Most of the time it's a selfish wish and I have the mist confuse until they give up." I nod at her and walk to the bridge realizing why my colleges came and got turned back around. I pass over and see a cabin. I take a break there and hear water while sitting. I walk out to see a spring and walk alongside the flow. I am led to a pond with lotus flowers sitting in. They are gorgeous and I hope seeing flowers means I'm close.

I walk on through tall grasses until I come across a cave. I go into the cave and light a torch. There are somehow orange cosmos in the cave somehow gaining enough sun to survive. I craw through an opening and there is a running waterfall. Down from this is bushes of genie magnolias. I walk along and many stay closed until one finally opens dropping a petal. I pick up the petal and head back to make my wish.

I head to work and report my finding of a fortune tent still running in an abandoned amusement park. I am praised and sent to new areas to find other flower artifacts:

In Egypt there is a rose that predicts when people to love will come into your life.

In France there is a lily that enhances your beauty if it favors you. If it doesn't it teases you with a short dying burst of fame.

A Daisy in Africa that shows you if a situation is still worth the effort by lighting a candle. If it burns quick, it is no longer worth it.

Buttercups in Ireland that boost knowledge he gives you better navigation by blooming when areas are well and withering when danger is near.

A tulip in Spain that hold secrets that will open with one you need to hear.

Hibiscus in Thailand that pushes for courage by leading you where a situation needs a helper or spokesperson.

Heather in Germany for protection and help of gaining respect.

Poppies in the Caribbean that boosts dreams and helps you to dabble in more luxuries.

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    Written by Seashell Harpspring