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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 Eleven: Car Trouble and Magical Mall Hops
Unfortunately she was going to have to do just that, as a red light on
her dashboard came on signaling she had an engine problem. Sara sighed
and then slowed down to look for the next exit and hopefully a petrol
station. She loved driving Pink but she didn't know much about her
maintenance and as a result she'd never so much as changed a tire let
alone looked under the bonnet.
By the time she'd found the next exit, steam was beginning to come out
from under the bonnet and she slowed the BMW to a crawl. While she
didn't see a petrol station anywhere, she did see the well-lit parking
lot of what appeared to be a small shopping center, and headed
straight for it.
Sara shut the motor off as she entered the lot and let the car coast
into an open space beneath a lamppost. Sara sat and watched as the
car was blowing steam and whistling like a boiling teakettle. She
clicked her nails on the steering wheel as she tried to figure out
what to do next.
Obviously she had a motor problem and obviously she had no idea how to
fix it. She also wasn't exactly sure where she was at, and aside from
this shopping center she didn't see any other businesses, so taking
off on foot to find a mechanic or a petrol station wasn't really an
option. She did have her cell phone but whom was she going to call?
She could call Prue or Jenna. That could offer her some moral support,
but roadside assistance would be beyond their means. Calling the
operator wouldn't do much good either. She couldn't tell her where she
was or who she wanted to talk to. Seemed like the best thing for Sara
to do was to go into the shopping center and find out where she was,
and then try to get the number for the nearest mechanic.
Sara pulled down the makeup mirror and was fishing for war paint in
her purse when tapping at her side window startled her. Sara looked up
quickly, half expecting to see Jack the Ripper licking his lips, but
was pleasantly surprised to see the smiling face of a pretty young
woman instead.
She waved at Sara and then rolled her hand in the crank maneuver,
signaling Sara to roll down the window. Sara complied, sensing
nothing dangerous from the beautiful blonde. "Hi, looks like you're
having some car trouble there. Is there anything I can do to help?"
offered the friendly face.
Sara smiled back relieved. "To tell you the truth, yes. I would be
ever so grateful if you might have the number of a mechanic I could
call."
The tall and slender jean clad blonde nodded. "Yeah, I can do that for
you if you want, but their gonna nick you 50 quid to show up and
another 50 to pop your bonnet."
Sara shrugged her shoulders and sighed, resigning herself to being at
least a hundred quid poorer. Her new friend winked a heavily lashed
blue eye and smiled. "Look I know a thing or two about cars. I was
the only girl among five kids so I've always been something of a
tomboy. If you don't mind I could take a look at it for you. Might
save you a few quid."
Sara was deeply touched by the kindness of this stranger and beamed a
bright smile back at her. "Oh wow, that would be great! Thank you."
Then realizing her manners quickly added. "I'm sorry I haven't even
told you my name. I'm Sara, Sara Briton."
"Janet, Janet Davenport, nice to meet you", her new friend returned
with a smile and a wave. "Well Sara, what you say we pop the bonnet
and have look see then, eh?"
Sara nodded and then quickly joined Janet outside the car, as the pair
of blondes went to inspect the damage. Janet rolled her eyes and
chuckled a bit. "I love the BMW-Z4 but I'd have to have in a metallic
blue, because pink's never been a good color on me."
Sara laughed' as the comment seemed fitting from a self-proclaimed
tomboy. Janet popped the bonnet and began poking around beneath it
while Sara stood beside her. She felt blessed to have met such a kind
woman and thankful to have Prue's warm jacket as the night air had a
definite cold bite to it.
While Janet tinkered and Sara looked on helplessly, the two women
began chatting. Normally Sara would have been as forthcoming as a
clam, but already she was making a new start. Sara told Janet she had
been visiting her childhood home and was returning to Derby where she
worked as an artist, keeping her secret identity as the Art Angel
though still a secret.
Janet confessed she was a professional photographer, who had just
opened a shop there in town, which made the two practically sister's
by profession. The conversation quickly turned to shop talk as both
women began sharing their passion for art in general.
Sara was having such a wonderful time chatting with Janet she was
almost disappointed when little miss mechanic said she'd found the
problem and could fix it for her straight away. A clamp had come loose
on a radiator hose and she'd lost all her coolant. When Janet pointed
to the source of the problem, Sara leaned up against the car, reaching
forward to brace herself as she looked down in. After seeing the
dangling hose dripping coolant she pulled back and then gasped in
horror as she'd gotten grease and oil across the front of her
beautiful blue jacket.
Janet winced and shook her head. "Ouch...that bites. You're gonna have
a devil of time getting that stain out if it."
Sara frowned, nearly on the verge of tears. "I can't believe I just
did that. This jacket is really special. It was a gift from someone
who means more to me than anyone else in the world and now I've ruined
it."
Janet smiled compassionately. "I'm really sorry Sara. I should have
told you about mechanics rule number one: Never ever get near the
motor if you have anything nice on."
Sara sighed dejectedly. "It's okay Janet. Maybe when I get back to
Derby I can try and get it cleaned then."
Janet shook her head sadly and then walked over to her truck and
opened the tailgate. Sitting in the bed was a large toolbox, a tripod
for a camera and a couple of five-gallon containers. Janet started
fishing through toolbox and smiled triumphantly when she found the
screwdriver she was looking for. Grabbing one of the containers, she
walked back to Sara and her beloved little Pinky.
She really felt bad about Sara's jacket, especially since it meant so
much to her. Suddenly Janet's blue eyes lit up and smiled started
turning at the corners of her mouth. Snapping her fingers, she had a
thought that might save the day or more accurately Sara's jacket.
"Sara, I just thought of something. It won't take me 5 minutes to
reconnect the hose, but you'll have to wait until the engine cools
down before we fill the radiator back up or you might crack the head,
and that's definitely not good. So, you're going to have about an hour
to kill while you wait. Well...there's one of those quickie dry
cleaners inside the mini-mall. Since the stain's still fresh, they
might be able to save your jacket for you."
Sara's eyes lit up immediately. "Oh wow, that would be great! Would
you ummm... want to go in with me? We could get a cup of coffee or
sandwich while we wait. It's on me, that's the least I can do."
Janet sighed sadly. "I really wish I could, but I've got a big shoot
in about thirty minutes, so I can't stay, but I'll fix the hose and
then leave you with the antifreeze. All you'll have to do is pour it
in until it's full, twist on the cap and you'll be ready to roll."
Janet replaced the hose and then showed Sara where to pour the coolant
and how to make sure the cap was secure. She even gave her directions
in the mall to find the dry cleaners. She couldn't remember the name
of the place but she told her it was past the Bath and Body Works,
right at the pet shop and then down the corridor to the last shop on
the right.
Sara offered Janet a good number of pound notes for her help, saying
she'd been out at least a hundred quid anyway. Janet refused the
notes, but said she except hugs instead and gave Sara a warm embrace
and a wish for luck before heading off to her shoot.
Sara waved at the good Samaritan and kindred art spirit until her
taillights disappeared into the distance. Locking up Pinky, she headed
for the mall entrance; hoping Janet's shoot went well and the dry
cleaners could work magic.
Sara pushed open the entrance doors to reveal a mall interior bustling
with activity. In the past she would have made a hasty retreat, as the
thought of being lost in a sea of shoppers would have been terrifying,
but now she had a confidence. A confidence that came from the belief
that she was a good person, worthy of love and friendship. It had
given her the courage to be comfortable in the presence of another
woman and as a result she had made a new friend, Janet. Now she would
find out if this newfound confidence would allow her to take the next
step, literally, and carry her through corridors packed with bargain
hunters looking for a good sale.
Sara took a deep breath and into the breach she went. With each baby
step her confidence and comfort grew. The young woman kept her head
up, no longer afraid to meet the gaze of a passing stranger. The
little girl within sensed the young woman's confidence and felt it was
safe enough to make her presence known so she peeked out in Sara's
smile.
By the time Sara had reached the end of the first corridor she was
feeling pretty good. Her first solo mall hop in years wasn't exactly a
walk in the park, but it hadn't been a walk through hell either. She
was tempted to get on the cell phone right then and there and call
Prue or Jenna. When she told them she was inside a crowded mall and
not climbing the walls, she knew they would be so proud of her.
Knowing her friends would be proud of her meant a great deal to the
young woman, but to the child who lives to make her parents and family
proud, it meant everything.
Sara might had made that call if she hadn't seen something first that
caught her eye. There across the corridor sat the Bath and Body Works,
her first landmark on the journey to the dry cleaners. She quickly
weaved her way through the crowd until she was in front of the sweet
smelling store. Sara enjoyed a good soak as much as any woman and just
had to stop and check out the displays in store's front window.
As she daydreamed about being up to her neck in bathwater scented with
this weeks special: Plumeria, she caught sight of her reflection in
the glass, and wave of d?j? vu swept over her. She was in a town that
she still didn't know the name of and in a mall she couldn't have seen
or even been in and yet she was absolutely sure she'd lived this exact
moment in time before. Her mind searched her memories and every
possible solution reality had to offer but it wasn't until she
ventured outside reality that she found the answer. She was living
THE dream. She'd BEEN living it from the moment she'd stepped into the
mall, but she hadn't realized until now.
Sara began to tremble at the thought of her dream and reality becoming
a single entity. It didn't seem possible but yet as she took a second
long look in the glass, her reflection was a mirror image of the one
she'd dreamed so many times before. Everything was the same: the
display in the window, her skirt blouse combo, her tall black boots,
even the blue jacket Prue had given her.
Sara eyes suddenly grew wide as she noted the black grease and oil
stains that ran up the sleeve and across the front of her jacket. In
her dream she thought it was black striping on her blue jacket, and
when Prue had sent her a jacket in real life it had been a perfect
match to her dream one in every detail save for the striping. Now she
realized it wasn't striping at all, but the reflection of the oil and
grease stains in the glass.
Sara trembled, but not so much from fear as it was from excitement and
anticipation, the excitement one feels about truly living a dream and
the anticipation of following that dream in reality to the place she
hadn't been able to follow it to in her subconscious: it's
conclusion.
Sara paused for a moment and thought about her next move, literally.
Up until now she had ambled naively down the corridor in search of her
dry cleaners, unaware of the significance of each step she took.
Suddenly she felt as though the corridor ahead of her was a minefield.
She was afraid if she took a wrong step, a wrong turn or did anything
different than she did in the dream the magic she just encountered
might blow up in her face and she'd miss her chance to live the dream
to it conclusion.
The old Sara might have become so paralyzed by her fear that she'd
been unable to move for fear of failure, but this was the new Sara,
and she had the faith in herself she could succeed. Sara took a deep
breath and tried to calmly think about the events that had brought her
here.
Basically she had been on autopilot from the moment she'd stepped in
the mall. She was just trying to follow Janet's directions to get to
the dry cleaners when she stumbled onto Bath and Body Works. A smile
slowly turned at Sara's lips and her fear subsided as she'd reasoned
it out. It was elementary my dear Briton. If blindly following Janet's
directions had gotten her half way there, then why change her plans
just because she was no longer blind? The best thing she could do now
was to do what she had set out to do when she got here, find the dry
cleaners and with any luck she'd find the rest of her dream.
Sara left the sweet scented soap seller and started down the corridor
again. Janet had told her to continue past Bath and Body Works until
she came to the next junction. At that point she was to make a right
at a pet shop and continue down that corridor until she reached the
last shop on the right and that would be the dry cleaners.
Sara walked down the main corridor until she came to the junction that
Janet mentioned. The traffic had thinned out considerably at this end
of the mall and when she gazed right she was greeted by the cute
kitten logo of Kuddle Kitten's Pet Shop. Sara was beginning to feel
like Nancy Drew tracking clues on a mystery, as she quickly walked
toward the next one she had.
Once Sara entered the next corridor she found it now, just as she had
found it before, devoid of all traffic. As Sara passed Kuddle Kittens,
she heard the meows and cries of several kittens hoping to adopt her
as an owner. Suddenly another piece fell in place. In her dream she
thought she'd heard babies cry, and in reality she had, but now she
realized those cries came from furry four legged babies and not the
two-legged human variety she'd originally thought. Once again reality
had sharpened Sara's perception of events that had drifted in and out
of shadows while in her dream state.
Sara was tempted to answer the cries of the kitten's but knowing now
wasn't the best time to adopt, she resisted that urge to look just as
she had in her dreams and continued down the corridor in search of the
last shop.
As soon as she passed Kuddle Kittens she felt the same draw pulling
her down the corridor as she had in her dream. It was almost as though
once she'd made it this far, the forces that had lead her here were
now bringing her in on their own power. Sara continued walking alone,
passing quite a few shops but unable to browse their store windows as
she had eyes only for the last one.
When Sara reached her final destination, the dry cleaners was nowhere
to be found but a more familiar sight stood waiting for her. The dark
wood front with its finally detailed carvings and stained glass window
in the door looked as out of place in this modern mall setting as it
had in her dream.
Sara stepped up to the front door and then looked up to read the sign
above. The clouds that had obscured all but the "S" in the shop's name
had been chased away by reality and Sara could read it plainly now.
She giggled at the trendy sounding name for the very old looking shop.
The sign was beautifully printed in old English script and read:
Spells 'R' Us.
The beautiful blonde placed her slender fingers around the doorknob
and hesitated before turning it. She wondered if her mother would be
in there waiting for her. Whether she was alive or a ghost that was a
pretty frightening prospect for Sara. If she was going to run this
was her last chance to do it. Sara took a breath and then smiled
confidently. She had stopped running when she chose to return to her
childhood home and she wasn't going to start again now. Whispering
under her breath, "In for a penny, in for a pound", she turned the
knob and entered. A bell above her chimed and announced another
customer had entered the shop.
To be continued...
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