This store should be Categorized as fiction but there is no category for that so we'll start off with mind control
Please forgive the spelling and the grammar. I am not a writer and do not pretend to be one. I do this for my own fun.
This store is purely fictional, witchcraft does not exist or does it.
Thank you for reading my stories
It only seemed like yesterday, but six months has passed since our trip to that little seaside town. I remember the fun we had, and the crazy things we did. Since that trip Kim has become outgoing, flirtatious, and loves to show off. When we are away from our local area, Kim loves to play her little game of show and tell. If we are out in public, her favorite attire is a loose semi-sheer sun dress. When the sun is behind her, the dress becomes virtually transparent. This always draws the attention of men and some women. She finds it thrilling to expose herself without being truly naked. For an extra touch, she'll lean forward, allowing the dress to open and reveal her breasts. If someone happens to get a glance, that's like bonus points.
When we are out in the boat, she likes to wear a sheer white one piece suit that fits tight and accentuates her curvy mature body. After a day or evening of this activity, Kim becomes tremendously excited, which always makes our sex better.
When we're not out playing Kim's new game, we are home doing our normal routine. Kim, always looking for the next place to travel, trying to find the lowest airfares and inexpensive places to stay. Me, I have a dozen projects going, one is working on my boat. I try to go fishing as often as I can, but there always seems to be something to fix or someplace Kim wants to go.
For fun, we go out in the boat to a local bar by water, or meet up some friends at the sandbar. In the evening go out to listen to live music, or to eat. Sometimes we see our friends, but most of the time it just us. I no longer need the potion for Kim, so I've stored it safely in the back of the garage refrigerator, and forgotten about it, along with my grandmother's cookbook with her recipes.
One afternoon I was going through my emails, most of which were ads and subscriptions. I deleted most of them, but I saw one that caught my eye. It was from someone named Rosa Catalina. The name sounded familiar, so I opened it.
"Hello Tim, this is Rosa. It's been a long time. I hope you remember me; I am your grandmother's friend Elsa's granddaughter. I'm moving to your area to escape the cold weather and would like to meet with you and go over old times. Please let me know."
Thinking back, I barely remembered her at a few family picnics when I was very young. I responded, "Yes, I remember you. You were that pesky little girl always tagging along. It would be great to see you again." I didn't think anything would ever come from it.
She responded, "I'll let you know when I get settled."
I told Kim about the email and Rosa.
"I don't remember you ever talking about a cousin named Rosa."
"She's not my real cousin. We just called each other that. I barely remember her. All I remember is that she always tagged along, wanting to be one of the guys. She was a skinny whimsical, free-spirited hippie type of girl that wore loose-fitting clothes and long skirts."
"I think it would be cool for you to meet her and go over old times. If you want, I'd be happy to go with you."
"We'll see if anything turns out." Our life continued as normal.
I had forgotten about Rosa until 8 weeks later. Rosa emailed me that she was settled in a town a little ways away, and would like to meet. I emailed her back. "That would be great. We can meet this Saturday for lunch at a little local restaurant I know, halfway between us." I also included my phone number if she felt like calling.
Saturday morning was slow around the house. Kim was off shopping and doing errands. I did a few chores until it was time for me to leave. I walked into the restaurant and looked over to the booths. There was a long-haired brunette with her hair pulled back, waving at me. She looked familiar, like the Rosa I knew from childhood, only 20 years older. She was medium to slim, fairly plain Jane, slightly tanned, and had the biggest smile. "Hi Tim, I'm so glad you came."
She wore the same type of clothes as when she was a child, a flowery peasant blouse with a long red velvet skirt and sandals and smelled of sandalwood. "Tim, we have so much we need to talk about."
I looked at her, puzzled, "What do you mean?"
"I'll explain, but first, let's order some lunch." After the waitress left, she started talking about her move, the area, her marriage and divorce, her one and only daughter, and her life. It was just a bunch of small talk. As we ate, she continued with family history, but her first comment earlier had me intrigued. We were about done with our food when Rosa looked at me in a quiet voice. "Have you been practicing any magic?
Puzzled, "I don't understand what you mean?"
"You know, your spells."
"I'm still not following you?"
"You're telling me your grandmother never told you about your gift?"
"What Gift? She never talked to me about any gift. All I remember about my grandmother was a sweet old lady that baked cookies and was friendly to everybody."
"She never talked to you about her family history and that she was an Elementary witch?
"I told you she never talked to me about anything like what you are saying. Where'd you come up with this."
"Both our grandmothers were Elementary witches. It's in their family. But it always skips a generation. So, you and I should have the Gift."
"I don't know anything about any gift you're talking about. I don't have anything that I could say was a gift."
"You probably have it; you just don't know it. Do you remember when you thought about something, then it came true? Or if you thought something was going to happen before it happened. Like seeing into the future."
"Well, there was a time I saved a boy's life. I felt that if he crossed the road, something bad would happen. He was about to go, I grabbed him and I pulled him back, just as a car pulled out and would have hit him."
"Well, that's your gift showing itself."
"Ya, right, that was just a fluke."
"I remember the time you saved that girl at my grandmother's lake. She fell into the water and drowned. My mother's friend, the nurse, couldn't revive her and told us she was a goner. But you picked her up in your arms, and she came back to life."
"She wasn't dead, just unconscious. I didn't save her life."
"What about that day we were all going to the fair in the next town? But you didn't want to go because you said something bad would happen. My mother said we couldn't without you. But you refused and we all stayed home. Later that evening, we heard on the radio that the fair caught on fire. 25 people were burned, and 6 died. Some of us might have been one of the people that got burned."
"Oh, I remember that, boy did you guys hate me for not going!"
"Yes, that is until we found out about the fire. We were all glad we didn't go."
"Ok, maybe there is something to what you're saying. Tell me more about what an Elementary which is."
"They're good people that use things from the Earth to help make life better for others."
I listen to Rosa talk about her family and how to use our gift. "All we need is to reach down inside of ourself find the power and start using it."
At first, I didn't believe what she was saying, but the more she told me. I began to think about the things in my past that had happened and made sense now. "We know it skips a generation; my mother was never told about the Gift because she would never be able to use it. Neither was yours. Our grandparents are the only ones that could pass on the knowledge and the skills."
I thought, "Why did my grandmother tell me? Did she think I was not a good person? Or maybe she thought I didn't have the Gift. Then, when Rosa spoke, she broke my thought.
"Now that I have told you about this. You must never mention it to anybody. Most people will not understand or believe, and some will think you're crazy."
We finished lunch and agreed to keep in touch. On the way home, I called my mother and asked her if there were any other old books my grandmother had left. My mother said there were two boxes she just hadn't gotten around to going through. They were filled with recipe books, miscellaneous things, and some written notes. I was welcome to take them. I arranged to meet with her the following Tuesday and pick them up.
On Tuesday, I stopped at my mother's house to pick up the boxes on my way home. We talked briefly about her health and my brothers. When we were finished, I picked up the boxes and placed them in my truck, hugged and kissed my mother, said goodbye, and headed home. As carried them in, Kim looked at me, "More old junk! What are you going to do with that stuff?"
"No, it's just some stuff my grandmother had, and I wanted to look through it."
"I apologize. I know how you feel about your grandmother."
"Thank you."
I was just leaving to go out with my friends for the evening. There are some leftovers you can eat."
"Ok, Have fun." This gave me time to go through the boxes. The first four books were about identifying natural spices or herbs. At the bottom of the box, I found a leatherback book with no words and a strange symbol on the cover. I opened the first page; it was all handwritten in calligraphy. The title read Spells, Incantations, Potions, and Recipes. I thought I found something worthwhile. I started breezing through the pages; most were essential holistic healing recipes for different ailments. I was disappointed with the content, so I moved on to the next bunch of books. They were more of the same, identifying different tree barks for use in recipes.
At the bottom of the second box was an old tattered book held together with tape. It too, had another interesting symbol on the cover. I removed it from the box and set it aside. Under the book was a slender branch of a tree about 12", a clear green crystal, and a folded-up piece of paper. On the piece of wood, there was some hand-carved words that I couldn't make out. On the larger end was a little knob, which looked like a wand of some kind. I set it aside for later. I opened the folded piece of paper.
"Hello Tim, I knew one day you would find out about your special Gift and come looking. I'm sure you are wondering why I never told you, and I hope you forgive me for not telling you. You are exceptional, and I didn't want to influence your decision whether to go down the same road I took or go out and make it on your own. Ether route you choose, I will not be there to help, but I have put together these books to guide you. When you are doubtful and unsure, rub the crystal, I will appear and guide you. I love you always, Grandma."
I picked up the crystal. Immediately I felt its power. I began to rub it and closed my eyes, and an image of my grandmother appeared. "Oh, my sweet child, it has been so long since we have seen each other. I miss our time together. Unfortunately, I can't stay long as it takes a great deal of my energy to be here with you."
"Grandma, I miss you too. But I do not understand anything about this."
"I know. Read the books and try your magic. You have great power, and I know you will use it for good. I have to go now." As the image faded, I called out for her. But she was gone.
