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The Magical Apothecary…13

Diana was too distracted to work on potions and spells.  So she straightened the lab, labeled new bottles, and put things in order, the entire time, thinking about what Joey said.  He was right.  They did still love each other, but so what?

Customers started filling up the store, chatting about the dark energy they felt earlier.  They stood in groups of two’s and three’s, all talking at once.

“It’s okay,” said Joey, a bit loudly.  “Everything’s fine.”

They all turned to stare at him and he was immediately reminded of a horror movie he had once seen about pod people, or maybe it was the one with the creepy kids in it.  Fortunately, they didn’t look at him for long.  Once they realized that he wasn’t going to give them any additional information, they went back to chatting with each other.  Soon they began breaking away from each other, and started looking for things they could use in their magic, or work.

“Joey,” said Ms. Lions.  “Is my potion ready?  My hands hurt.”

“Oh, yes,” he said, bending to pull her order off the shelf.  “I’m sorry you’re in pain.”

“Old bones, you know,” she said.  “Diana’s potion helps so much.  I don’t know what I would do without it.”

“You know,” said Joey.  “We just got some new lotion in.  Diana helped develop it.  I think it would be perfect for you.  I’ll include one for you to try.”

“You’re such a sweet boy,” she said, kindly.  “Thank you.”

“Not a problem.  I hope it works as well as I expect it to.”

“I’ll let you know.”

He nodded and started waiting on people.

Chester and Midnight sat through pets, treats and sticky fingers.  Well, not Midnight, so much.  He watched a lot of things from the top of a bookshelf.  Chester was good-natured enough to let people love him, but eventually even he had enough and finally fell asleep.  When people saw him napping they lowered their voices and walked softly around his bed.

Now and then, Midnight would knock a book off a shelf and into the hands of someone who needed to read it.  He was never wrong and people knew it.  They always bought the book he sent their way.  If they tried to put the book back on the shelf he meowed at them until they just thought it was easier to take it to the counter.

Everything was going along beautifully. The sun was just starting to dip low in the sky when Taylor walked in and said, “Well, the ghost is gone, so that’s a good thing.”

“What happened?” asked Joey.

“It was a young wisp of a thing.  It wanted it’s mother.  So it made noise and cried a lot, hoping she would hear him and come back.”

“That’s so sad,” he said, feeling the color drain from his face.

“It happens.  Anyway, I explained everything to him and said that while I wasn’t sure, it was possible that his mother was waiting form him on the other side.  I said that if she wasn’t there right now, she would be there eventually, so that’s where he should wait for her.”

“That makes sense,” said Joey, “but no one knows what, if anything, is even on the other side.”

“True, but I don’t believe she’s going to find him in that warehouse.  I think his best chance of being found is to cross-over. If there’s nothing on the other side, at least he won’t be suffering in that warehouse, waiting forever.”

“So he did cross=over?”

“He did.”

“Diana and Cormick still love each other,” he said, then covered his mouth with his hand.  “Oh, that’s not really for me to say, is it.”

“We all know it, Joey, so don’t worry about it.”

“What do you think is going to happen?”

“Truthfully?”

“Of course.”

“He doesn’t want her potion.  He wants her to save him from himself.  Again.”

 

Starting over…13 A Short story

“Excuse me, Mr. Martin.  Can I speak with you?” asked Lilly.

“Of course,” he said.  “Okay, class dismissed.  Read chapters eleven and twelve for tomorrow.”

They watched the kids file out of the room, smiles on their faces, some of them waving to him.

“You really shouldn’t keep telling them to use each other as homework.”

“We already discussed this.  It’s the best and fastest way to learn.”

“There are logical consequences that go along with that.  You need to take those things into consideration.”

“What do you want Lilly,” he sighed.  “I’m busy.  There are always meetings to attend.  Useless, idiotic meetings, but I’m expected to show up.”

“How long are you going to stay here?”

He shrugged.

“Don’t you have to go back to where the dead people are?”

“Eventually.”

“How did the meeting go?”

“On new biology books? he asked, staring at her. “I’m ordering them, because that’s how you keep funding coming in.  The new books are the same as the old ones, but you have buy the new ones, or apparently they won’t give you money next time you want it.”

“No, Jerry, the meeting the invitations were for.”

“Oh, that,” he sighed.  “Well, there was a lot of…discussion…a few fights…and a lot of yelling.  Many think we should just let all of you die and get it over with.”

“Nice,” she said.  “And?”

“And some were against that.  The men don’t want to have anything to do with equality and the women won’t budge until they do.”

“So stalemate?”

“Pretty much.  At least in a lot of area’s.  There are those who love war and those who think wars have been overdone.  All but a very few, thought it was a good idea to make everyone the same color and speak the same language, like it was in the beginning.”

“That makes sense.”

He nodded.  “We’re meeting again next week.”

“Why are you staying here,” she asked.  “Tell me the real reason.”

He stopped shuffling papers around and looked at her.  “It’s fun,” he said softly.  “If Kit found out, she would be upset with me.”

“Why?”

“We’ve been together for a very long time and…”

“I get it,” said Lilly.

He nodded, then starting laughing.  “I must admit that kids today are quite different than they were when the first people were here.”

“You mean they live longer?”

“That and the way they believe they know what’s going on.  So funny.”

She smiled.  “Our brains are slow to develop.”

“Sooooo slow,” he laughed.  “Almost not worth it.  By the time you’re really grown up and ready to take care of yourselves, it’s time to retire and die.  The window for intelligence is very, very, small for your species.”

“I’m choosing to ignore that,” said Lilly.  “Even if it is true.  And about using each other for biology homework,” she said.  “Do parents know what’s going on?”

“Of course not.  No one wants to ruin a good thing.”

“Well, be careful, snitches are everywhere.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” said Jerry.  “But remember, I can disappear and wipe memories, so it’s not really a problem.”

“It might be a problem for those you leave behind and all their new babies.”

“How’s James?” he asked, clearing his throat.

“Filled with questions.  He thinks you aren’t finished with us.”

Jerry frowned.  “He’s right.”

“What does that mean?” she asked.

There was a tap on his door and Ms Lens, the English teacher, poked her head into the room.  “Come on Jerry, or you’ll be late for the meeting.”

“I have to go, Lilly.”

“But…”

“We’ll talk later.”

“But…”

“Later,” he said, and rushed out the door.

Annie…Short story…13

Annie walked to the back door and looked outside.  There was a pure white egg laying between the iron gratings on the fire escape  The hen was carefully hopping up the fire escape stairs.  When she reached the landing she sat down on the egg.

“I think she’s moving in,” said Clark.

“Well, that can’t be good, can it?”

“Are you going to tell her she can’t stay here?”

“Of course not,” said Annie.  “I was hoping you would do it.”

“Not a chance,” he snickered.

A cat jumped from the roof onto Annie’s shoulder and nearly knocked her off her feet. Then she dropped to the landing, missing the hen and her egg by inches, and stood there holding a giant black feather in her mouth.

“Oh,” said Clark.  “That’s just my dad’s way of telling us that he’s okay.”

Annie grabbed the feather, kissed the cat, and went inside.  “Cake for breakfast?”

“Sure,” said Clark. “Why not.”

“What do you think about all that stuff your uncle told us last night?

“I’ve heard it all before.  Why?”

“I knew about the Angel Wars but I didn’t realize that the white wings enslaved the human species.”

“How could you not know that?  That’s why the angels went to war in the first place.”

“I guess no one ever told me,”  said Annie.  “I certainly would have remembered, if they had.”

“The white wings enjoy being worshiped.  They instill awe and fear in the humans who are terrified enough to believe that angels are something they’re not.”

“I still don’t know why anyone would want to save humans.  They kill everything, including each other.  They should go away.”

“Do you really believe that?” asked Clark.

“I do,” said Annie.  “If they weren’t here I wouldn’t have to guard cats because they would be safe and every other living thing would be safe as well..”

“That’s true.  But they are being manipulated by another species, shouldn’t they be given another chance.”

“Of course not.  None of the animals they have killed aren’t getting another chance, are they?”

“You’re right.”

“I’d wipe them out in a second.”

“You probably could,” he said, smiling.

“What if I really am your sister?” asked Annie.

“I suppose we’ll have a big party.”

“I want to thank you for all that you’ve done for me.  You took me in and gave me a home when I had nowhere to go.”

“Yeah, how lucky are we,” he said, grinning.

“Why doesn’t Lucy ever visit the puppies?”

“She’s in charge of a lot of things, so she doesn’t have time.  Besides, she’s my father’s hound, so when she’s here, she stays with him.”

“Our lives are kind of strange, don’t you think?” said Annie.

“Only if you compare them to the lives of those who aren’t us.”

“Good point.”

An angel hit the front window and fell three stories to the ground.  The dogs went wild and Griffon staggered into the room, yawning and rubbing his eyes.  “Did I just hear an angel hit the window?”

“You did,” said Clark, calmly.

“Well, that probably shouldn’t have happened,” he said, sleepily.

Another angel smashed into the glass and dropped out of sight.

“Maybe it’s raining angels,” he snickered, wandering into the kitchen.

“He did a lot of LSD and pot when he was here before,” said Clark.

“Is that why he ate all the sugar cubes and brownies?”

“It is.  He never gives up hope.”

“Lennon was wrong,” said Griffon, standing in front of them in full battle gear, a blazing sword in his right hand.  “You can Imagine all you want but you need a sword to get anything done.  You also need a lot more than love on a rock like this one.” Then he let out a battle cry, ran to the window, and literally threw himself into the air.

“I didn’t expect that,” said Annie.

“Neither did I.” said Clark,” running to the window.  “Butch is killing the two angels who fell but two more are incoming.”

“Move,” said Annie, pushing him to the side.  She looked at the angels flying toward them and saw Griffon fighting a third to her left.  She held up her hands, palms toward the angels and said, “Go away white wings and never come back to us.”  There was a bright flash of light and the angels were gone.

“Nice,” said Clark.

“Thanks,” said Annie,

“Cluck.”

“You think we should name her?”

Clark stared at the hen.  “Probably.  Any ideas?”

“How about Adeline?”

“Really?”

“Do you like Lois better?”

“No, I kind of like Adeline but those are human names,” said Clark.

“She’s a human chicken,” said Annie.

The hen stood there waiting.  “Cluck?”

“We should probably let her decide, don’t you think?”

“Probably,” agreed Clark.

Annie looked at the chicken and said, “I’m going to say a few names and when I say a name you like, peck at my shoe, okay?”

The hen bobbed her head, walked in a small but tight circle, then stood in front of Annie. “Elizabeth?  Lois?  Joyce?  Kimmy?  Adeline?”  The hen pecked at Annie’s shoe then began to strut back and forth.

“Adeline it is, said Annie.  “Welcome to the family.”

“I need a beer,” said Griffon, as he clamored through the window.  “Nice job, tiny angel.  I saw what you did.  Pretty cool.”

Lucifer appeared in the living room and looked around.  He was covered in angel blood, his hair was wild and he looked younger and happier than Annie had ever seen him look.

“You’re having fun, aren’t you,” laughed Annie.

“Makes me feel alive,” he said, a little too loudly.  His eyes were sparkling with delight. He pointed his sword toward the window and an angel flew into it and disappeared.  “I heard they were trying to get to you,” he said.  The muscles on arms were bulging beneath black and silver straps.  He looked like the beautiful winged superhero that he was.  Another angel was heading toward the window, saw Lucifer and changed his mind.  Lucifer snapped his fingers and the angel fell out of the sky.

“Yo, bro,” said Griffon, chugging a can of lemonade.  “How’s it goin’?”

“I’ll deal with you later,” said Lucifer, glaring at his brother.

“Hey man, like what did I do?”

“Annie, ” said Lucifer, “I found out that I am your father but we can talk about that when I get back. I just wanted you to know.”  And then he was gone.

“Hey, tiny sister,” said Griffon, grinning  “What did you just get yourself into?”

 

 

 

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