I got a Friday flash! This one was inspired by Madison’s image prompt:
She stared at the copse of dead trees and the single raven perched on blackened branches.
The spell was supposed to bring her food. Despairing, she gazed down at the yellowed paper. The master had written Food Spell in his typical, cramped writing across the top of the page.
She sighed, gathered her empty satchel and scrambled over the hot sands to rest against the tree bark.
The raven made an odd sound above her. She looked up. It opened its beak, dropping a mouse into her lap.
She yelped. The mouse ran, probably soon to die in the desert.