The Shop at the End of the Road
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"No." Felicity shook her head, not unkindly. "You weren't looking for a
dress. You were looking for something else. That's why you couldn't find
it."
Robbie considered this for a few moments, peering into the cloistered
depths of the Lady Chapel. What he sought should have been in there,
hidden amongst the racks and stacks and camphor chests. Several times,
he'd reached into the cluttered rows, only to grasp a fading mirage. It
was always on the edge of his vision, hanging just beyond the point of
recognition.
He looked up at Felicity, his expression one of gradual revelation. The
gypsy had been right all along. He hadn't been seeking a dress per se.
He was searching for something else, something he'd lost a long time
ago. Or perhaps something he'd never possessed to begin with.
Felicity smiled indulgently, as if dealing with a slow and rather
ungrateful student.
"We seem to have made some progress," she remarked, turning three cards
over in quick succession. A vague shadow passed over her features while
she studied the final hand. Close though he was, Robbie couldn't quite
make out the configuration. All of the sigils seemed to blend into a
meaningless jumble, perhaps because he didn't want to know what the
future held for him.
Felicity flipped the cards face down once more, seeming to reach a
decision.
"You want to be a girl?"
"Yes."
"Do you know what you're asking?"
"Yes." He nodded without hesitation, though he actually had no idea
whatsoever. Nor did he honestly care at this point: Robbie knew what he
wanted, and that was enough. More than enough, in fact.
"And you ask this of your own free will?"
Far away in the back of the shop, an ancient chrome pendulum ticked away
the distant seconds. Robbie studied the dark woman's face, aware that
this was his last chance to back out, to leave by the front door and
simply accept whatever the world had to offer a boy of thirteen.
"Yes."
"All right, then. Come with me."
Felicity rose from her chair, leaving the Tarot behind on the counter,
and walked quietly though the archway of the Lady Chapel. Robbie
followed in a kind of plodding fugue, chill fingers teasing up and down
his spine. The enormity of his decision struck him with appalling force:
there would be no turning back now, no compromises or negotiations. The
bargain had been struck, the contract sealed, and the conditions were
binding. In perpetuity.
What had he done?
Before he could pursue this line of thought any further, Felicity halted
before a changing booth at the very back of the Chapel. Robbie stared at
it in dull wonder - he must have walked past it at least a thousand
times over the last five years. How could he have never noticed it
before?
"You weren't looking for it until today," Felicity answered his unspoken
question.
A sleek, iridescent curtain was drawn across the booth's opening, the
glossy fabric framed by a pallid, moonlight glow from within. Robbie
stepped carefully forward, mesmerized by the pulsing radiance
surrounding the doorway. He waved his right hand slowly through the air
and was startled to see an after-image trailing in its wake.
"You'll find what you seek in there," Felicity told him, pointing a
jeweled finger towards the cubicle. Her words were flat and hollow, like
the ritual chant of a litany. There was none of the cheerful malice he'd
heard in their earlier conversations. All pretense had been dropped. As
far as she was concerned, this was a business transaction, nothing more.
And it was time to pay the piper.
Eyes locked on the curtain, Robbie started fishing about in his hip
pocket, withdrawing a handful of loose change. Four ninety-eight,
exactly as she'd predicted. He deposited two crumpled bills and a
scattering of coins in her upraised palm, barely aware of what he was
doing. Felicity stepped discreetly to one side in a sweep of gypsy
silks, her role in the drama fulfilled.
Robbie edged closer to the shimmering veil, fingers extended like a
sleepwalker. His pupils were dilated, his lips slightly parted. He
should have been frightened - terrified, in fact - but the thought of
running never occurred to him. The light was seductive, entrancing. He
had to know what was hidden behind the veil.
"Felicity?" he asked in a daze.
"Yes?"
"What's in there?"
"Everything you've ever wanted."
He drew in a long breath, catching an unusual scent in the air.
Something wistful, delicate, almost imperceptible. It wasn't the incense
that normally permeated the atmosphere of the store. No, it was much
finer than that; a sweet, subtle aroma that flowed like a breeze across
an open wheat field.
"What's in there?" he repeated in a hushed, awed whisper. His gaze never
left the curtain; serpents and firebirds swirled hypnotically across his
field of vision. The light appeared to be bleeding out from behind the
draperies, enveloping him in fluid, opalescent waves.
He surrendered himself without conscious thought, feeling his body shift
and melt away into nothingness.
Felicity watched dispassionately as Robin Lindale vanished from the
world, dwindling away like a dream forgotten in the morning hours. He
expired into non-existence with little more than a sigh, leaving behind
only his wasted hopes and fruitless desires, sole witnesses to his
empty, meaningless life. Not even a void was left by his passing: time
flowed and shifted around spot where he'd stood, erasing his presence
from all human memory...
With only one exception.
"Goodbye Robbie," Felicity said to the empty store, and receded back
into the shadows from which she had originally sprung.
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