The stranger was the man of her dreams

Dream Man

Ratina’s dreams had ever been vivid, a fact her kin, especially her long-suffering mother, had lamented her entire life. Either they lost her too them (ah, the dreams which drifted pleasant), or they were woken by them (when they weren’t she screamed to wake the dead). Either way, Ratina never forgot a moment of them.
Flash Fiction Word Prompt: Quick, this way

Decanter

Ralphine backed away, the heal of her boot catching on a cobble stone. Horror, shock, and dismay deadened her reactions and she fell eyes still looked on the sky. Magic freed from the wizard’s decanter swirled out from the library. A silent wave of power gathering until it collapsed over the city.