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!"