A Little Light Magic
“Sometimes, they even draw blood.
“Johnny told me you cast a candle magic spell for him,” Leigh told Tori Saturday afternoon during a rare lull in customer traffic. It was the Fourth of July, and they’d been doing a brisk business. “Do you think you could cast one for me, too?”
Tori studied her assistant. Leigh had been acting strangely the last few days—vacuuming the clean rug, dusting the dustless counters, and rearranging the merchandise with a single-mindedness that Tori could only call obsession.
She’d been talking a lot, too, in a nervous kind of way.
“I thought you don’t believe in magic,” Tori said.
Leigh got out a bottle of spray cleaner and started wiping down the spotless glass on the front of the sales counter. “Well, I didn’t, at first. But Johnny told me about the spell you cast for him, and…”
Tori laughed. “And because of that you’ve changed your mind? Even though he hasn’t even gone for his final audition yet?”
“Yes. No. I don’t know.
Write Review:
Guest
Read Also
8 / 10
9 / 10
User Reviews: