Lucy…16

“If you’re looking for priests, you should write your book about Rome.  There are a lot of bad guys there.”

“Maybe, but Rome isn’t Paris and I love Paris.”

“But for the sake of the story, you may want to rethink that.”

“I’ll keep it in mind,” she said, trying not to laugh. “Anyway, I have to pick up some books,” said Lucy, opening the door at, MAY ALL YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE.

“What a great name for a bookstore,” whispered Michael, as he stared at the shelves. “Oh, you won’t like this one,” he said, brushing his hand across a brightly colored cover.  “This one either, or that one,” he mumbled, pointing at one book, then another.

“Thank you,” sighed Lucy.

“Oh, LOOK, they have magic wands,” said Michael excitedly, sliding a red plastic wand with a blue star on top, out of a bin.  “What kind of magick do they do?”

“They make kids believe they can actually DO magick.”

“Oh, so you’re saying they’re toys, or play things?”

“That is exactly what I’m saying.”

“Have you ever tried one,” he asked, shaking the wand toward the bookshelf marked Mysteries.

“Actually, I have not.”

Michael said a few words that Lucy didn’t understand and then putting the wand back into it’s bin.  “Don’t they have any real ones?”

“Not that I know of.”

“Should I ask someone who works here, where they keep them?”

“”Sure, why not.”

“l’ll be right back.”

Lucy smiled and picked up a book.

“They’re out of stock,” said Michael, a few minutes later, disappointment clear on his face. “The man said they might get more real ones in next month.”

“Lucy!,” said a dark-haired woman, with tattoos running down both arms.  “Your books are finally in.  They would have been here sooner but one of them came from Paris, so it took a bit longer than usual.”

“Josie, you are so good to me,” said Lucy, falling into her arms.  “Thank you.”

“Who is this?” she asked, putting her hand on Michael’s shoulder.  “Ah,” she said, moving away quickly.  “Strong energy and not human, so what are you doing with him?”

“We just met today. He’s my guardian angel, or at least he thinks he is.  I’m having a get together for a few of his friends on christmas eve.  You are more than welcome to join in the festivities.”

“Mmmmm,” said Josie.  “Do you know what you’re getting yourself into?”

“Probably not,” admitted Lucy.

Josie touched Michael again and looked at Lucy.  “He thinks he loves you, or some version of love,” she said.  “I’ll have your books by the register and be careful around this one,” she grunted and nodded toward Michael.

“How did she know all that about me and why did you tell her who I was?”

“She’s a witch and a sensitive, among other things. She can tell a lot about people when she touches them.”

“She doesn’t like me,” he said, watching Josie put Lucy’s books behind the counter.

“She doesn’t even know you,” said Lucy.  “Come on, I’ll get my books and we can go to the bakery.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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2 Responses to Lucy…16

  1. “Strong energy and not human”….makes perfect sense to me why she would be around him 😉

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