Kenaz
A Runestone
Mallory was deliciously alone. She slipped a hand into the bag of rune stones she kept on her kitchen altar and drew one out. As soon as she spied the purple and green design on the stone’s back, she knew which one it was: Kenaz.
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Kenaz was a partial arrow resting on its side. It had been engraved by Ted and outlined in gold leaf by Mallory. It was thought to represent intuition leading to enlightenment and portended that she was on the brink of a revelation.
What does the universe have in store for me today? she wondered. The stone fit perfectly in the small hollow at the center of her palm and felt cool when she closed her fingers around it.
Mallory lifted the pencil used earlier to mark the map and wrote Is Kenaz a question or is it an answer?on the back of the electric bill. Then, relishing the sudden quiet, she sat and stared out at the branches of the crabapple tree outside the window. Its white blooms were gone now and Mallory missed them; she wanted to slow summer down to a crawl and make it last. She had ten different chores at home and at the shop on her to-do list, but she felt like completing none of them.
