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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 Ten: Homecoming
Sara spent the next seven plus hours driving winding roads as her mind
wandered back through time, painfully remembering the many events that
led to her leaving in the first place. A couple of times, she was
tempted to turn around and go back, but she knew she'd passed the
point of no return once she pulled out of her garage.
A few hours from the village, she thought of something she hadn't even
considered before. What if they didn't live there anymore? It was
possible her parents could have packed up and moved off but not
likely. Her father was like most of the people who lived in the
village and nearby. They were born here, lived here and then died
here. She dismissed that possibility shortly after considering. No,
her parents were going to be there, dead or alive, but they'd be
there. She knew it.
She decided to not dwell on the possibility of either or both of them
being dead. It wasn't something she fancied and she'd deal with it
when she got there should that be the case.
When she was about twenty miles from the village she begin wondering
what she might find there. She pretty much expected to find things had
changed very little since she was 14. Her village was one of those
sleepy little ones, where time seems to stand still, and progress
passes over without stopping in to change anyone's life. Son's
followed their father's into the same work, and young girls eventually
took their mother's places. Sara could never have survived there, as
she had to change to live and they would rather die than change.
As Sara rolled her BMW into the outskirts of the village it was quite
clear her original suspicions were spot on. Save for her classmates
replacing their parents at the shops and their kids replacing them in
school it was the village she avoided on her way to London. At least
on her return she could go right down the main street. She had no
reason to stop now any more than she did when she left, so she cruised
through without stopping, but she smiled when people gave her the same
long looks they'd always gave when an outsider happened past.
Ten minutes later she was pulling up to the gravel road that led back
to her parent's house. From there it was maybe 500 feet to the house
and barn. She drove a little way in and then pulled the car to the
side of the road. Grabbing her coat and bag, she decided to park and
walk from there. She really wasn't sure why she needed to do that.
Maybe she wanted a little more time to compose herself. Maybe she
wanted to slip up quietly so she could go up to the loft and revisit
her old sanctuary first. Maybe it was because she'd left this place
walking and something within her said she needed to return to it that.
Regardless of the reasons why, Sara began walking.
Weeds had sprung up through the patchy areas in the gravel and Sara
shook her head as she struggled along the uneven road in her boots.
Her father would never let the road go this long without putting more
gravel down. For the first time she was really beginning to wonder if
her father had taken sick or if parent's had moved.
When the road finally gave way to where the house and barn should be,
Sara's heart sank, as she knew if her parents were still there, they
weren't living. All that remained of the house was a broken down
chimney and scattered pieces of brick and charred wood. From the way
Mother Nature had already reclaimed a good portion of what once was
Sara's home, it was obvious the fire that had destroyed the house was
many years past.
The barn had faired better being obviously spared from the fire, but
the doors were off the hinges and the wind had taken out rotten boards
giving the sides an almost picket fence look. There'd be no trips up
to her old sanctuary as most of the roof had fallen in and a giant
sunroof had replaced her beloved loft.
Sara stood looking at what was once her old home and wondering what to
do now. Obviously her parents weren't living here but that didn't
necessarily mean they weren't living somewhere else. They might have
sold the place before the fire, or just let it go afterwards, and
moved into town. She could go down the road and ask a neighbor or
back into town and ask after her parents there. She had several
options but leaving without answers wasn't one of them. She couldn't
just turn round and leave, she'd come to far for that and besides that
would be running. She was 14 and frightened for her life when she ran
from here before. She was almost 30 now and while she was still scared
of many things, this wasn't going to be one of them.
When Sara returned to the car, she was tempted to call Prue or Jenna,
but undoubtedly they would have questions for which she had no
answers. Deciding it would be best to wait until she had a few answers
to give them, she turned the car around and headed back toward the
road. When she got to the main road she had to choose between chatting
up a neighbor and heading into town. Neighbors were few and far
between out here and not always the most hospitable people to
strangers. Despite the fact Sara had lived here for 14 years, she'd
been gone for over 15, and she carried little resemblance to the
beaten youth who fled from here in the wee hours of the morning. In
the truest sense of the word, Sara was a stranger here and she could
expect to be treated like one.
Rubbing her golden angel for good luck, Sara turned Pinky back the way
she'd came and headed toward town and hopefully the answers she
sought. Minutes later she was rolling into the village and trying to
figure out the best place to find answers and the best way to go about
it. When she turned a corner and saw the Grey Lion pub, she knew
she'd found the place. It was the village's main watering hole and the
closest thing to information central they had. Everyone stopped in
there from time to time, and if Sara stayed around a few more hours,
she'd probably meet her father going in for a pint after work.
Now that she knew where to go, how to go was the next question. She
really didn't think it would be too healthy to walk in there and say,
"Surprise! It's me Sissy Sara and I've come to visit me parents on
'oliday." She could only imagine the welcoming committee that would
greet her then. Obviously, her best way of coming out of this with
the information she wanted and all of her teeth, was to play the role
of the young woman from out of town, and pray no one recognized her.
Sara pulled into the lot behind the Grey Lion and then headed round
front to the door. Just as she reached for the handle another hand
grabbed it first and Sara whirled round to see a pair of older man
smiling at her. Each tipped their hat and said hello as one held the
door open. Sara returned their smile, albeit nervously, then thanked
them both as she entered. She'd only taken a quick look but she hadn't
recognized either. Of course the most important thing here was that
they would not recognize her and on that account, so far so good.
Sara smiled as she looked around. She loved warm and cozy places, and
small village pubs like the Grey Lion with their decor and fireplaces
were very much that. The pub seemed quieter and a bit emptier than she
usually remembered, but a quick look to the wall clock quickly
reminded her why. It was half two now. The lunch crowd had gone and it
was too early for the tea crowd. Actually that worked in Sara's favor
because the least number of people she saw, the better the odds she
wouldn't be recognized.
Sara walked over to the bar and pulled up a stool. Like any pub-goer
she knew the best source of information in the house was always the
barkeep. He was everyone's best friend and if anyone could tell Sara
where to find her parents or what had happened to their house, he was
the man.
When Sara sat down the barkeep had his back turned to her drawing a
few pints. She noted he seemed to be a fairly young man with thick
black hair and a stocky build. That struck her as rather odd because
Thomas Collins, or "Tubby Collins" as most of the locals called him
was the owner of the Grey Lion when she'd left. He was a heavyset
man, hence the Tubby moniker, and completely bald save for a few
thinning bits in the back. Sara hadn't known him very well, but sadly
she had known his son Tom Jr. all too well. Tommy was one of the mates
who would routinely use Sara's face to see if he could break his fist.
Good ol' Tommy was always up for a good game of "Pound the Poof".
Sara's thoughts were still drifting back from the painful memories of
her school days when the barkeep finally turned to serve his pints and
Sara nearly fell off the stool. There six feet from here was the
aforementioned Thomas Collins Jr. Sara closed her eyes and sighed,
silently chastising herself for not realizing who that was sooner.
Nearly all businesses here are family owned, passed down from father
to son. If she'd been using her head, she'd known straight away who
that HAD to be.
Of all the people she didn't want to run into, Tommy Collins was
definitely top five material and if she had the sense God gave a
goose, she'd turn tail and run before he waited on her. Of course, if
Sara had any sense at all, she probably wouldn't have came back here
in the first place, so as the saying goes, "In for a penny, In for a
pound", Sara stayed her ground and hoped she wouldn't be buried
beneath it.
Tommy served his pints and then immediately turned his attentions to
Sara. As soon as he saw the fresh-faced young blonde, he smiled until
his fangs were showing and then walked up to her, leaning over the bar
a bit too close as he spoke, "Well 'ello then. And 'ow are you today
love?"
By the hungry look in his eyes and the fact he called her "love"
instead of "Sissy Sara", she could say with extreme certainty he'd not
recognized her yet.
Sara forced up a restrained but pleasant smile and exchanged brief
pleasantries before Tommy was on the attack again. "You must be new
round 'ere. Me name's Thomas Collins and I own the Grey Lion. It's
always a pleasure to welcome a new customer, specially one as pretty
as the likes of you."
Sara held her smile but her breakfast was another matter. She couldn't
believe that the same boy, who used to beat her up, was now a sleazy
letch trying to chat her up. She politely said thank you and offered
nothing else.
When Sara didn't give her name in return, he pushed a bit more
directly. "Well then what can I get you to drink Miss...Miss?"
Sara had no intentions of giving her last name, and even "Sara" might
be a bit dangerous. Realizing she could hesitate barely a second she
glanced down and noticed the golden cherub on her chain. Raising her
gaze to meet his she answered him. "I'll have a ginger pop and please
just call me Angel, most everyone else does."
Inside she was giggling. She really hadn't lied. Most of the world did
know her as Angel or more accurately Art Angel. As pleased as she was
with her quick response, Thomas seemed to like it even more so.
Quickly noting her left hand was devoid of a wedding ring, he took the
liberty of taking it in his own and then bringing it to his lips for a
soft kiss. "Angel...the perfect name for a true 'eavenly body", he
drooled as he broke the kiss and then went to fetch her drink.
Sara's breakfast threatened her again as she wondered where this guy
gets this stuff, because if he's paying for these lines he getting
cheated. By the time he'd returned with her ginger pop and a fresh
application of his aftershave, Sara knew she needed to turn the tables
a bit and start asking the questions instead of him.
Sara thanked him for the drink and before he could ask her what her
sign was, she went after the task at hand. "Mr. Collins is it?"
"Please Angel call me Tommy", he quickly corrected.
Sara nodded and started again. "Tommy, are you familiar with the
property about 5 miles south of town? There's an old barn and the
remains of a burned out farmhouse there."
Tommy smiled hungrily and leaned a little closer. "Sure love, everyone
knows the ol' Briton place, been vacant for years."
Tommy stopped, noticing a hint of uneasiness in Sara's eyes. "Say...
you're not thinking of buying that ol' parcel of brush and bad luck
are you?"
For Sara, her next question was her moment of truth, and all she could
do when she asked was hope she could handle the truth. "Well possibly,
but I'd really just like to talk to the owners, the Briton's is it? I
don't suppose you could tell me where I can find them?"
The barkeep chuckled. "Aye, I could tell you where to find 'em, but
you'll be not be talking to 'em this side of the pearly gates. The
three of 'em, 'usband, wife, and son all went up with the 'ouse."
Sara sighed heavily. A small part of her had already known they were
dead the moment she saw the place, but she needed confirmation and now
she had it. The young woman felt regret for the passing of two lives.
The little girl felt grief for the woman who had been her mummy in the
beginning, and the mother who sent her away to save her life in the
end. She even felt sadness for her father. Granted, he was never a
daddy to her but he was still her birth father and for that she felt
she owed him something.
As she was reflecting on the official passing of her parent's she
remembered Tommy had said the "son", meaning her, had died in the fire
as well. Feeling the need to get more information on her own untimely
demise she questioned her new friend further. "That's really sad
Tommy. Has it been a long time since it happened?"
The barkeep rubbed his three-day-old beard as he thought. "Hmmm...
let's see now. Be fifteen years come the start of school this fall."
Sara nodded knowingly. The timing of the fire corresponded almost
exactly to when she had left. The house probably burnt down at night
and before anyone else had learned she'd ran off. Naturally the
townsfolk assumed she'd died with her parents, which solved that
mystery, but another teased at her. "Forgive me for being so curious,
but I am big fan of all those real life police and fire dramas on the
tele. I was wondering... did they ever find out what caused the fire?"
Tommy looked from side to side, and then lowered his voice as he
spoke. "Well Angel, the paper said it was the cook stove what done it,
but tween you and me darlin that's not the 'alf of it."
Sara smiled and leaned a little closer. "Oh? Do tell."
Tommy took a deep breath and then told the true tale as he'd heard it.
"Well first of all of you 'ave to know the family, and what a sad lot
they were. The wife was a scared liddle thing. 'ardly ever left the
'ouse and when she come into town, barely spoke a word to anyone."
The 'usband 'e was a mean ol' sot and crazy as a loon 'e was too.
Whenever 'e would 'ave a pint too many e'd rave to me Dad bout 'ow 'e
meet an 'onest to goodness wizard once, whose sold 'im a magic potion
to make sure 'is first born was a boy."
Tommy started chuckling as he shook his head. "Well love if that's
true either the wizard cheated 'em or 'e was lousy at making potions
cause is son was the poorest excuse for a boy I've ever seen and just
as crazy as 'is ol man. First day of primary school the liddle poof
tries to play with the girls and when they told 'em to bug off 'e
comes out and says 'e's a liddle girl too and e's real name is Sara!
Can you imagine that?"
Sara didn't have to imagine it. She'd live it. Tommy paused but a
moment and then continued. "Well after that everyone just started
calling 'im "Sissy Sara". Sick liddle bugger wouldn't even try to play
sports like the rest of the boys. He'd just sit under a tree drawin
and colorin things, usually "girly" things. I know that for a fact,
seen some of 'is 'andywork when me and my mates would steal 'is sketch
pad and knock 'im around a bit. We never really 'urt 'im all that bad,
not as bad as 'is 'ol man did."
Tommy paused again, giving Sara a chance to gracefully bail out of the
story if it was getting a bit rough for her, but when she just stared
at him with those sky blue eyes of hers, he continued. "Like I was
sayin, Sissy Sara's ol man took the strap to 'im somethin terrible.
You could see the bruises and welts when e'd come into school. Guess
'is 'ol man thought 'e could beat the bloody poof right out of 'em or
kill the boy trying. Can't say I blame 'is ol man though, I'd do the
same to me own if he turned that way."
Sara then said a quick silent prayer hoping that Tommy was sterile as
another father like hers the world didn't need and then Tommy smiled
and offered, "Well anyway, that's when we get to good part love."
Tommy did the quick side-to-side glance and then continued. "See me
uncle Percy was up there when they were going through the place
looking for the bodies and 'e saw some right strange things 'e did.
Seems they found what was left of the 'usband's body layin in 'is bed,
but... a chunk of 'is 'ead was missin. Fireman said some of the
falling boards probably cracked 'is skull open, but Percy said it
looked more like someone blew 'alf 'is 'ead off with a shotgun. When
they found the wife she was curled up on the floor in another bedroom
and me uncle says the door lock was set from the INSIDE, which seemed
a bit queer to 'im. And you know... they never found the son's body at
all but they just assumed 'e was in there somewhere and wrote the
whole thing up as an accident, but I don't think that's the way it
happened at all."
Sara didn't believe it was an accident either and she was forming her
own conclusions as Tommy continued with his. "See, I don't think Sissy
Sara died in that fire at all."
Sara's eyes went wide as she wondered where Tommy might be running
with his theory. "No love, I'd lay me last twenty quid that the son
was already dead and buried before the 'ouse ever went up. I think the
'ol man finally beat the little poof to death, hid the body somewhere
and then told the wife e'd run off or somethin. I think the wife musta
found the boy or figured it out and then went over the edge. She
waited till the bloody bastard went to sleep, and then shot 'im. After
that she set the fire so no one would know the truth and then with no
reason left to live, she locked 'erself in the other bedroom and
waited to die."
The amateur Ellery Queen looked rather pleased with himself when he
finished and smiled complacently at Sara. "So Angel, whatcha think of
that?"
Sara was thinking plenty about "that", and the truth she knew that was
weaved through the barkeeps fiction. Her mother had killed her father,
set the house to burn and took her own life. Sara was sure of it now
and as she remembered her mother's last words, telling her not to come
back as there would be nothing to come back to, she realized her
mother had already decided what to do before Sara ever left.
Sara sighed heavily and then smiled at the barkeep. "I'll tell ya what
I think of that Tommy. I think I've seen that movie on the tele a few
weeks ago, but I think I like your version better."
Sara then pulled out a few pound notes and dropped them on the bar in
front of the stunned barkeep. Tommy frowned disappointedly. "What?
You don't believe me then?"
Sara stood up from the stool and then pondered her answer. "Well, I
won't say that completely, but... let's just say that if I were you I
don't think I'd bet me last twenty quid on the boy being dead and
buried before the fire."
Sara then grabbed her coat and started walking toward the door,
letting her last comment hang heavy in the air. It was bait and Tommy
bit. "Wait a minute Angel, what makes you so sure of that?"
Sara stopped at the door, turned and smiled knowingly. "Let's just
call it women's intuition Tommy and leave it at that, okay?"
Sara winked sending the man nearly into a spasm and then slipped away
without another word. Once back to her car, she sat trembling for ten
minutes before she had the strength to drive. She couldn't believe
she'd walked into the Grey Lion, went face to face with Tommy Collins,
and not only hadn't he recognized her, he was definitely tried to chat
her up.
Of course there were heavier thoughts on her mind than passing as a
genetic girl in her old village, but those were going to have to wait
until she'd put some distance between her and her past.
She checked her watch and noticed it was half three. Originally she'd
planned to spend the night in a motel and make the drive back in the
morning, but if she drove straight through now she could be back in
Derby before midnight. She'd be exhausted by the time she got there,
but save for Prue or Jenna's house, she'd rather be in her little
cottage than any place else. Five minutes later the village was
nothing but a speck in her rear view mirror and a painful memory.
Sara had a long drive ahead of her and a lot to think about it. She
knew she should probably call Prue and Jenna but there was no way that
was going to be a short conversation. As soon as she started talking
to them, they'd pick up her mood immediately and then start asking
lots of questions and worrying more than they probably already were.
No, she'd just wait until she got home and then chat with them in
conference as always. Sure she'd get spanked for not checking in, but
they'd forgive her. She couldn't understand why they did, but she knew
they would. And... if she waited until she got home perhaps she'd have
a few things sorted out and be able to answer some of the questions
they were sure to have.
Over the next four hours Sara pushed little Pinky past the speed limit
and reflected on the implications of today's events. Her parents were
dead, not just dead to her as in not a part of her life, but dead to
the world and she was positive her mother had killed her father. She
tried to sort out her feelings about that but it was too soon and she
was too numb. She did realize her mother truly did love her after all.
She may not have been able to protect her as she was growing up, but
in the end, she gave her own life to be sure Sara's father never laid
a hand on her child again. If that isn't love what is?
Her thoughts then turned to what Tommy had said about her father. She
knew first hand and by backhand just how mean he could be, but she
never thought he was crazy, or at least delusional enough to believe
in fairy tale wizards. Sara had read a wealth of information on the
possible reasons why a person is born transgender, but nowhere had she
read it was because of a wizard's potion gone wrong. Sara decided to
attribute her father's ravings more to the pints he'd consumed than
any distorted version of reality he might have.
She also thought about THE dream. Had the sole purpose of her dream
been for her to return home and face her parents or face the truth
about their deaths? She had thought there was more to it before she'd
returned and she still felt the same way. She didn't know if her
mother's purpose in this dream was fulfilled or not, but she couldn't
shake the feeling that the smiling old man behind the counter still
had that role to play. Only time and sleep would solve that mystery.
She also wondered if she'd gotten the one thing that her, Prue and
Jenna thought was the main reason for her returning: closure. Would
the fears and demons that had haunted her since childhood go to rest
now that she found out her parents had been put to rest? Did she
really face her fears without getting the chance to face her parents,
or will she keep on running scared? Like solving the mystery of the
dream, only time would say if she'd found closure.
Prue and Jenna weaved in and out of her mind too and each time she
thought of them, she lovingly caressed the golden angel or stroked the
soft material of her jacket. They'd been her friends and family since
she'd left home and now they were truly the only family she had left
in this world.
Before she'd made this trip, she had never really understood why Jenna
and Rick reached out to her that day at Trafalgar Square, or why Prue
helped make the Art Angel a household word. Most of all she couldn't
understand why Prue and her husband would want her to live with them,
but now she was starting to. Somehow, someway, even as screwed up as
she was, she must be worth loving. Her birth mother had loved her
enough to die for her. Jenna had loved her enough to reach out to her
and help to be the best woman she could be, and then there was Prue.
She believed in the little girl enough to give her the courage and the
chance to share her crayon magic with the world. She cared for the
young woman enough to hold her hand through major surgery and she
loved both the big girl and the little girl enough to give them a
place in her heart and offer them one in her home.
Sara hadn't accepted that place in Prue's home even though she wanted
to with all her heart, and with Prue and her husband trying to adopt,
she probably never would, but at least now she knew she was worthy of
that love and that place. The little girl within Sara would forever
long to live in the real world and be Prue and hubby's very own. The
big girl knew that would never be, but now perhaps she could help the
little girl understand it wasn't her fault that she couldn't. Until
now the little girl had always thought her prayers weren't answered
because she wasn't good enough, or special enough or worth loving, but
now the big girl knew better. Maybe if the little girl couldn't live
in this world and be Prue's own, she could help the big girl be the
best Auntie Sara she could be for the one that did and for both of
Jenna's kids. It wouldn't give her back her lost childhood, but it
might make those kids childhood a little brighter and just maybe it
would ease the pain in her own broken heart.
As night began to fall and the lights from the next big city appeared
in the horizon, Sara still didn't know if she'd found this "closure"
she'd come to find, but she had found some personal truths and a peace
that she'd never known before. She couldn't wait to get back home and
share what she'd learn with Jenna and Prue.
To be continued...
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