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Magic Crayons by Maggie O'Malley
This story is dedicated to my Auntie Sara the Art Angel. Her beautiful
creations both art and literary bring joy and love to all they touch.
Yet as wonderful as they are, they are not the greatest gift she
possesses. The greatest gift of all is the beautiful young woman
herself. Auntie Sara you are a kind, generous, and gentle soul with so
much love to give, and so many who want to give love back to you. You
bring a smile to my face every time your pink wings hold me in a
cuddle and I wanted to say thank you by coloring you your very own
kitten tale. I hope you like it. I used my magic crayons.
I would also like to thank Bill Hart for creating the Spells 'r' Us
universe where so much wonderful magic has been born and for allowing
others the opportunity to play there and of course, special thanks to
my cyber family and friends who constantly shower this kitten with
love, hugs and encouragement to color. Without all of you, neither
this story nor I would exist. Hugs and love to you all.
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Magic Crayons
Chapter Nine: Derby and the Dream
Sara's cottage in Derby never seemed more empty and alone than it did
the moment she returned. There was a cold and darkness now that
neither a roaring fire nor bright sunlight could chase away. She
dropped her bags to the floor, closed the prison door behind her and
then went to her bed for another good cry. For the first time in two
months, she knew no one would hear her cry and come through the door
to hold her.
Sara chastised herself for carrying on so. She'd spent almost her
entire existence alone and she'd survived, but now surviving wasn't
enough any more. She'd tasted life, first at Jennas and then at
Prue's, and the pain of going back to her previous existence was
almost unbearable. It's been said that ignorance is bliss, and while
Sara's ignorance of being loved and wanted was hardly bliss, the pain
of losing those things almost made her wish she'd never known them.
Realizing if she carried on this way, the delivery boy who brought her
groceries might well find her dead; Sara retreated in to the only safe
place she knew, her artwork.
After sending off a quick email to Prue and Jenna letting them know
she'd arrived safely, the Art Angel spread her wings and flew straight
into a backlog of work two months old. The crayon magic was as good
as always and before long she was lost in the worlds she sketched and
painted, to busy focusing on trying not to disappoint her fans and
customers, to give in to the pain she felt being separated from Prue.
The Three Musketeers resumed their nightly conferences, each now with
a better visual of the person and the world on the other side of the
screens. Each did their best to try and put things back right again as
none of them really wanted to drag the other down with how bad they
missed each other. Jenna kept Sara and Prue well supplied in photos as
usual, and with the addition of Cathleen, the "snap-happy" mummy was
sending them double the number of snaps and had twice as many cute
toddler tales to tell.
Prue followed Sara's lead and dove muse first into writing a new TG
novel. Carversion was the name of her latest science fiction/fantasy
effort and like all Prue productions it was another "too real to be
fiction" story chock full of fun, love, romance, drama, and mystery,
sprinkled generously with puns and as always ending happily. Prue gave
the girls a quick peek under the hood of Carversion, and both their
motors purred contently. The Art Angel inspired by the sampling spread
her wings and offered Prue a few inspired suggestions for cover art.
Prue sent hugs and smiley faces to the Art Angel signaling her
approval.
Prue announced that she was also working on a second project, a joint
operation with hubby. Shortly after Sara left, they decided to contact
their solicitor and have him begin searching for reputable adoption
agencies in the hope that soon Chez Walker would have the pitter-
patter of little feet. Sara and Jenna sent cyber hugs and wishes for
their success. Jenna sent Prue the email address for Kim at Playland
International, her own two children proof positive at the wonders this
woman could work.
Sara was genuinely happy for Prue and her husband. She knew from
personal experience that they'd be wonderful parents, and any kid
growing up in that household would never want for love. Somewhere
deep within Sara the little girl smiled that some lucky child would
have a home, but then the smile faded away and tears fell as with all
her heart she wished she could be that lucky child.
Sara never shared the little girls desires with Prue or Jenna, as she
knew it would only make them sad and for her, misery didn't want
company. She just continued to throw herself into her work, making no
mention of the little girl's feeling toward Prue, save for the
occasional "Yes mummy" when Prue would get onto her about her post-
surgery care or not sleeping enough. It was offered as gentle teasing
by Sara, and taken as such by Prue, but within both of them that
single word touched a place in their hearts where the true meaning
couldn't be denied.
Nearly six months had passed since Sara had returned from Chez Walker.
She had managed to bury herself in her work and the Art Angel was once
again making the world a more beautiful place by her original
creations. She'd healed completely from her surgery and was now as
fully functional as medical science had the ability to make her. She
had reached the mountaintop physically, and while it did give her a
sense of satisfaction, her heart and soul still ached for a life
makeover that no surgeon's knife could give.
Not a day went by that she didn't think of her two months of life with
Prue and it had taken all her strength to keep from calling her and
crying I want to come home. Each time she lovingly caressed her golden
angel she was reminded of Jenna and how wonderful life can be when you
have a family to share it with. With each snap of Becky and Cathleen
the Canadian shutterbug sent, the little girl within saw kindred
spirits and wanted to play with them.
Her restlessness during the day translated into fitful sleep at night.
Often she'd awake to find her self curled up in the corner of the
room, trembling terribly and tears still fresh on her cheeks. Very
seldom was she ever able to remember more than a snippet of the dream
that put here. Sometimes she was back in primary school and all the
other little girls were laughing at her, and other times she could
hear the crack of her father's razor strap as he came up the steps to
her room. The magical mall hop dream however had seemed to desert her
as she'd not traveled its corridors for months, but when she received
a special parcel from Prue, all that changed.
Sara's birthday was just round the corner and Prue wasn't about to let
it pass without a proper gift. When the parcel arrived and Sara opened
it to find a beautiful wrapped box from Prue, the young woman
immediately went online to tell her friend that shouldn't have, but
the little girl inside was bouncing to get her little hands on that
paper and rip it to shreds.
The young woman and little girl combined forces to anxiously tear past
the wrap and then slowly opened the box that remained. When Sara
pushed back the paper she smiled brightly, for there within was a
beautiful blue jacket. She immediately slipped it on and then purred,
as the soft wool material was comfortable and snuggly warm. Sara
moved over to the mirror, turning this way and that admiring the cut
and color as well as the feel.
As she continued to look at the jacket in the mirror she was swept by
a wave of d?j? vu. Checking the tag, she noted it was made in New
Zealand. Perhaps she'd seen it, or one like it, in a catalogue,
advertisement or a store window while she was visiting Prue. After a
few moments, she dismissed WHERE she'd seen it as unimportant, and
just concentrated on thanking Prue the wonderful gift she'd given her.
That night Sara returned to the magic mall hop dream, and while she
didn't get any closer to solving the mystery of the shop owner, she
did solve the mystery of her new blue jacket. When she awoke that
morning and remembered the dream, she remembered where she'd seen that
jacket before. She had been wearing one similar to it along with her
best skirt and blouse as she walked through mall. The only difference
between the jacket Prue had sent and the one she graced her imaginary
mall in was the black stripes. Prue's didn't have it, her other one
did, but still the resemblance seemed just too uncanny to be
coincidence.
As soon as Prue came online, Sara thanked her again for the jacket but
then asked her why she'd chosen it as her gift. The screen remained
blank for nearly a minute before Prue answered but when she did, she
told Sara that she'd went to bed one night desperately trying to come
up with a proper gift for her. While she slept she dreamed she was
shopping in a department store and then like the red sea parting,
suddenly all the racks gave way to a single one that held no other
clothing save for a smart blue jacket. As soon as she saw it in the
dream she knew it was the perfect gift for Sara. The next day she went
shopping at the mall and unbelievably she found the exact jacket she
dreamed of and in Sara's size.
Sara listened to Prue's tale in stunned disbelief and then told her
own as she informed Prue that the jacket she'd sent her was not only
the same one in Prue's dream but aside from the missing black
striping, the same one in her own mall hop dream. Prue was as shocked
as she was and assured Sara that she hadn't even remembered her
wearing a jacket in the dream, let alone its color and style.
When Jenna came on shortly thereafter, they both relayed the story to
her and asked for her take on it. Jenna had firmly subscribed to the
theory that Sara's dream had been stopped at the same place each time
because she wasn't ready yet for what came next. While Jenna didn't
have any more idea than they did on how Prue nearly picked Sara's
dream jacket, she did think it fitted into her original hypothesis.
Sara already had the blouse and skirt she wore in the dream, but she
didn't have the jacket. If Jenna's theory were correct, Sara would
finally be able to move forward in the dream because now she was
properly dressed. As for the black stripes, she was as puzzled to
their significance as they were. Ultimately it was just a matter of
Sara's next mall dream and seeing if she'd finally get to the end.
Three nights later the dream returned, everything preceding the same
as always until she entered the shop. For the first time since she'd
had the dream something changed, a very big change, for their beside
the little old man she'd grown to know so well stood someone else she
also knew well.
She followed him out from behind the counter and suddenly Sara found
herself not twenty feet from her own mother. She smiled at Sara and
walked toward her. Sara was frozen and speechless. It was
unmistakably her mother, but not the tired frightened woman that had
ran Sara away from the house, but the loving young mother who made
Sara her first dress and believed in her. Sara noticed as she grew
closer that she was carrying something with her. When she realized
what it was her eyes begin to fill with tears, for there in her
mother's arms was Sara's rag doll Maggie. It was the doll Sara's
mother had lovingly made for her and sadly it was the same one Sara's
father burned before her very eyes.
When Sara's mother reached her, she offered the doll to her daughter.
Sara reached out and took it, clutching it to her chest; she rocked
the only baby she'd ever called her own. Sara's mother then wrapped
arms around her and held her tight. She kissed Sara on the forehead
and then whispered softly in her ear. "It's time to go home Sara. It's
time to go home."
Sara looked into her mother's eyes. She had so many questions she
needed to ask her yet she was unable to move or speak a word. Her
mother then released her and headed back toward the old man at the
counter. When she reached him, he smiled and nodded. Sara thought she
heard her mother say thank you to the shopkeeper and then suddenly a
ball of white light enveloped the woman and she was gone.
Sara awoke to find herself standing in the middle of her bedroom,
clutching a small pillow to her chest, as if it were the doll she'd
been holding in the dream, and her mother's words still crystal clear
in her mind. "It's time to go home Sara. It's time to go home."
Sara still half-dazed from her dream state, gently sat the small
pillow down as if it were her long lost dolly and then shuffled into
the bathroom to dash a bit of cold water in her face. By the time she
returned to her bedroom she'd succeeded in chasing away the sleep from
her mind, but the dream and her mother's presence in it haunted her.
She plopped down on her bed and tried to sort the lot of it out in her
head. "Every time the dream had been the same right down to the last
detail, so why did it change now? And what a change! My mother? What
on earth is my mother doing in my dream? It's been fifteen years since
I've seen her and now suddenly she appears in a dream, looking like
she did when she used to say I was her little girl? And how could she
tell me it's time to come home? Her last words to me were to not come
back as there'd been nothing to come back too! If I go back to that
place my father's liable to finish the job he started the night I
left!"
Sara shook her head and sighed. She didn't know what it all meant, but
she did know what to do next and that was to seek out the two people
who'd been through it with her since the beginning. This was clearly a
job for the Three Musketeers.
Fortunately for Sara it was the weekend and both Jenna and Prue were
online when she logged in. She immediately called a conference and
spent the next twenty minutes typing the details of last night's
dream. The three then began trying to discern the significance of
Sara's mother's sudden appearance, and the true meaning of her
message.
Jenna still believed the blue jacket that Sara had seen in her dream
(strips or no stripes) and then later Prue sent her was some sort of
catalyst to her mother's appearance, as if for some strange reason it
was all part of the plot, but she still had no clue as to what the
connection between them was.
Prue's theory as to why Sara's mother appeared to her as she did when
Sara was a small child seemed sound reasoning to all of them. Pure
and simple, it represented the time when the little girl was loved and
accepted by her mother. She was a warm, friendly face that Sara would
welcome and trust. Obviously her mother desperately needed her
daughter's trust when she delivered her message.
As for the true meaning of that message, Jenna and Prue reluctantly
agreed the most logical answer was the simplest: Sara really was
being summoned home. Sara wasn't any more thrilled with that
conclusion than her two friends were. They knew all to well what Sara
had endured during her fourteen years there and none of them wanted to
see a replay of the final act, but for Sara's mother to call her home,
she clearly had to have a reason.
The next hour was spent trying to discern what that reason might be.
Prue suggested that perhaps her father had finally come round and
realized how wrong he'd been and he wanted to welcome his child home.
Sara was ready to dismiss that idea almost as soon as YIM displayed
it, but both Jenna and Prue reminded her of the stories that Sara's TG
sisters had shared with them about returning home and finding absence
had truly made the heart grow fonder, and their family more accepting
and tolerant. Granted that was the exception rather than the rule,
and Sara's father definitely didn't sound much like the exception, but
she should consider all possibilities.
Sara acknowledged it was possible and then sought the more probable.
Jenna didn't wish to be harbinger of bad news, but she felt compelled
to share a dark possibility with Sara. She wondered if her mother's
message to come home could have been triggered by the illness or
possibly even near death of either of Sara's parents. It might be the
last chance for any of them to try and put things right.
Sara pondered that possibility carefully. Over the last fifteen years
she'd thought about some solicitor tracking her down one day to let
her know her parents had passed on or were dying. She wasn't sure how
she'd feel about it all. That night her mother helped her to escape
she showed Sara that she did believe in her and really did care about
her. If Sara could, she'd like to go back to at least show her mother
that she'd taken advantage of that chance and made a decent life for
herself.
As far as Sara's father was concerned, she had but one thing to say to
him and that was a question that had haunted her long before she'd
left: How could any parent ever be able to hate their own child? She
didn't expect to him to be able to answer that, but there was almost a
sense of self-satisfaction just in the asking.
As she considered the significance of that alternative, Prue raised
another. Perhaps it didn't matter what Sara would find there or how
well she'd be received. Maybe it was all a matter of closure. Perhaps
she needed to return one last time if nothing more than to properly
end this chapter, put the ghosts to rest and truly get on with her
life.
For Sara that was probably the best argument of all. Sara had been
running all her life. She'd run into the worlds she colored as a
little girl to escape the pain and cruelty of the real one. She had
run from her house that night to escape the abuse that was destined to
kill her. She'd been running for fifteen years from the memories and
the nightmares that haunted her. She'd run from anyone who ever tried
to get close to her save for Jenna and Prue, and when Prue reached out
to get closer to her than anyone in her life ever had, she ran from
her too. She'd been running from everything and everyone, including
her own destiny.
By the time the conference finally ended Sara knew she had to go back.
It didn't really have anything to do with the dream or the fact her
mother had appeared in it. It was about doing what Sara needed to do
to make things right with her. Perhaps if she went back to where the
running started she could finally make it stop.
Jenna and Prue had to support her decision because in their hearts
they knew it was the right one. They could only hope that doing the
right thing wouldn't end up going terribly wrong for Sara, and they
both prayed the angels would watch over their Art Angel and keep her
safe from demons past.
Sara did decide however to wait a few weeks before making the trip.
One, she had the cover art for Prue's Carversion to finish and two,
she was curious to see if the dream would return again. She was
anxious to see if her mother would return and perhaps this time tell
her more. She was also sure this wasn't the ending of the dream, as
somehow she knew the old man behind the counter still had a role to
play yet. It was a mystery worthy of a Prue production and like all
Prue's tales, she could only hope it had a happy ending.
Two weeks later the cover art for Prue's Carversion was complete and
Jenna and Prue quickly christened it another divine creation by the
Art Angel. THE dream hadn't return to her with or without an
appearance from her mother. Perhaps the next move was up to her and
ready or not she was making it.
That night during conference she set up her itinerary with Jenna and
Prue. It would take a good 8 hours to get to the village from her home
in Derby, and her parents house was about ten minutes from there. If
she left by dawn, she could make it there by early afternoon. She
really wanted to get there before her father came home from work. IF
she were going to be welcomed by either of them, it would definitely
be by her mother. Hopefully she'd get the chance to talk to her
mother, tell her about the life she's made for herself and most of all
to say thanks for giving her that chance to go find it.
With her father, it would be touch and go. If he so much as threatened
to lay a heavy touch on her, she was going to be ready to go. By
getting there before he got home, she hoped to get an idea from her
mother if her father had changed at all.
She had no reason to expect it to go well, and she'd probably be back
on the road again before sunset. After the long drive there and the
emotionally exhausting reunion, she really wouldn't be up to the long
drive back, so she'd probably stop at inn for the night and then
return to Derby the next morning.
In the most unlikely of possibilities, that is should things go fairy
tale well, she might end up spending a few days there, in which case
she'd get word back to Jenna and Prue as soon as she returned.
Considering Sara's father's track record for abuse, and the emotional
magnitude of the journey that Sara was about to embark upon, neither
Jenna nor Prue liked the idea of Sara being cut off from them for the
duration. The obvious solution was for Sara to carry a cell phone with
her.
However, they both knew all to well how Sara felt about telephones.
Even though both Jenna and Prue knew Sara's voice quite well from
their face to face meetings, she still never talked to them over the
phone or for that matter have a phone in her house. In the past Jenna
and Prue had accepted her choice without argument, but this was one
time they had to clip the Art Angel's wings.
Both Prue and Jenna said it was just too dangerous for any young woman
to be traveling alone on the road these days without a phone. It
wasn't just about what transpires at her parent's house but what could
happen to her on the drive there or back. It wasn't safe and if one or
both of them had to fly in to ride with her because she wouldn't carry
a bloody cell phone, then they'd do it.
Sara rolled her eyes and shook her head at the comments. She knew they
said them because deserve or not, they loved her and she also knew
they full well meant it too. Sighing in defeat, she agreed to get a
cell phone and to give one of them a call from wherever she was
spending the night. With a little more prodding she reluctantly
agreed to call them any time in between if she needed them.
Later that day Sara made one of her rare excursions into town and
secured a cell phone, hoping the only time she'd need to use it was to
let Prue or Jenna the motel she was spending the night at. Anything
more than that was too much to hope for, anything worse was too scary
to think about it.
Shortly before dawn Sara stepped out of her cottage looking rather
smart. She decided that if she was going to face her parents, she was
going to face them looking her best. She'd pulled her golden blonde
hair up into a ponytail, holding it in place with her favorite bow,
and brought out her sky blue eyes with the help of Max Factor. Her
choice for attire was no choice at all, as she easily selected her
favorite skirt/blouse combo and tall black leather boots. It was
unseasonably cool for early fall and Sara picked up the wool jacket
that Prue had sent her as she walked out the door.
The garage housed the perfect car for the pink winged Art Angel, a
BMW-Z4 convertible in of course, metallic pink. Sara didn't go out for
a spin often but when she did, she enjoyed making "Pinky" purr.
Sitting in her car letting the engine warm, she reached up and
caressed the golden angel that Jenna gave her. The token of her
friends love stayed close to heart and gave her a connection to Jenna
far better than any she'd get from the new cell phone sitting in her
purse.
Prue's blue jacket was draped over her shoulders, offering her Prue
like warm hugs on the cold morning. She had brought the jacket with
her for warmth and for style as it played well off her skirt and hair
bow. Lost for the moment was the role her jacket had played in her
dream, but in time it would prove to be invaluable in Sara finding her
ultimate destiny.
To be continued...
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