Gandalf’s Magic

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(Photo Credit: Susan Spaulding)

They called him Gandalf. With his snow white beard and icy white flowing locks (or whatever was remaining of them) he did look mythical. Years of uncomplaining toil and uncompromising integrity had burdened him with a slight hunch. The once broad and proud shoulders were now a pale shadow of their past. The sinewy limbs and sturdy joints were now complaining and creaking. But the magic had not diminished one bit!

The same magic that had his first – and since then – only employer stupefied, spellbound and shellacked. A magic that had not only made ‘Try Ply and Buy Inc.” the world’s largest vendor of Plywood but one that had catapulted its founder into illustrious pantheons such as the Forbes and Fortune listing. Even when offered a partnership a multitude of times, Gandalf (for none knew his name) had politely demurred

Even today you can find the magician standing atop a lengthy piece of log in a loose fitting long sleeved blue shirt and a faded denim jeans and with an axe, gently tapping away the underside of the log. Once blessed with the ‘Gandalf Touch’ the piece of log never ever rotted or suffered a sell by fate.

(Word Count: 198)

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction hosted by Susan Spaulding. For more details visit Here.  To read more of the stories based on this week’s prompt, visit Here.