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A Shift: Melanie's Life's Journey

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Next up: Chapter 24 the Shift  Photo from Unsplash.com Melanie’s mom had flown back home two days ago to pack up her house. She had found some others who could benefit from her possessions. She would donate them to women also battling their own darkness. She turned in all sorts of items to battered woman’s shelter. They could use so much magic in restarting their lives. She brought over all her extra blankets, dishes, shoes, purses, clothing, and anything she would not need in her new life. Once she had a husband and a daughter to clean after, to cook for, and now it was only her and all this stuff could be used and loved by other women. It was not magic, but it was an enormous gift to those at the shelter. She had felt lighter once all of those items were gone. The next day the truck came and packed up all her furniture she was donating. There was one room marked do not enter due to all her magical items in it, but the men picking up the furniture did not ask or seem t

Melanie's Story Continued

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Photo by Pixabay.com   Chapter 23 Melanie’s mom called the next as if she knew her daughter had purified their home. Melanie and her mom chit chatted away about nothing until her mom asked if she could come for a visit. Her mother said she missed them both so very much since Ireland and she needed to be with them. Melanie could tell her mother was not telling her what was going on, but that her mom needed to escape whatever it was. Melanie smiled and said “Of course” and with that they planned the time for her mom’s arrival and no departure date.  Melanie’s mom arrived two weeks after the phone call. She had hopped an earlier flight and got a taxi to Melanie’s. She knew the ride would be too much for her grandson and did not want him tired and grumpy upon her arrival. Lucious was in the living room playing on his toy guitar. He wanted to be just like his dad since his mom spoke so highly of him. Lucious heard grandma’s voice before he saw her and he came running to her

Miss Penelope the Sage Witch

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 Here is the continuation of my book... Photo from Pixabay.com, Not mine! Chapter 22 Miss Penelope the Sage Witch                                 Melanie awoke the next morning and Lucious had climbed into bed with her. He felt her stir in the bed and turned with tears in his eyes and said “Sorry Mommy.” Melanie scooped him up and told him there was nothing to be sorry for. Lucious knew in his heart that James would not be returning and felt responsible for it. Perhaps his magic drove them apart he thought, but Melanie assured little Lucious that life had a way of working itself out and that all was ok. They both went into the kitchen for breakfast. Griffin jumped up on the counter to eat with them. Melanie placed the cat food a few feet away from her and Lucious. They were a family. They were all they needed. They were content until a loud thump came from the living room. Melanie ran over to see what that brash noise was and saw the birdcage uncovered and rollin

Melanie's continuation...

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Chapter 21 Love and Loss                                                          A few days later James called Melanie and asked her again on a date. He felt they seemed to be taking a step back in their relationship and he needed to court her all over again. She smiled when he asked and he could almost hear it. She said, “What did you have in mind?” He retorted with “The Aquarium; you can lose yourself or find yourself in there. You just watch and let the water wash over you.”   Melanie agreed. The next day Melanie left Lucious with a friend. She had spoken to Lucious about his powers and about using them among the mortals. Her girlfriend was told that Lucious was a bit special, but not how. He was young but he understood the dangers of doing so, so he agreed to behave at the friend’s and when Melanie dropped him off, he whispered to his mom “You be good too, no witch!” Melanie giggled and agreed too. Today they would be normal people going about their day without any wit