Belinda was a nasty middle-aged woman, but her behaviours were characteristic of someone older.
She was mentally and physically sound; however, the pucker of her frown never left her face. Wrinkles indented themselves deeply into her forehead, around her eyes, and around her mouth; her skin was pasty white.
She pretended to walk feebly; but when a neighbourhood child or dog was near her property she ran out screaming, wearing stodgy Victorian gowns, no skin showing but her face and hands. Her hair was always severely pulled back in a tight bun.
Besides a cat or four, she disliked everyone. She made known she had cut her family out of her will. All her money would go to a stern Catholic congeragation she had terrorized since she was four.
An old trailer and burned-out truck from a cousin who had lived with her, remained on her lawn, even after the cousin disappeared. No one who entered Belinda’s house came back out, only her cats.
The neighbours thought this had been occurring for some three-hundred years, having heard the same stories from their great-grandparents and before.
Was Belinda a ghost? A banchee? A witch? No one knew. But every now and then someone disappeared inside her doorway and everyone knew that person wouldn’t be returning.
Mallory looked at the tall cone shaped glass container before him. There was a purple liquid in the bottom and in the middle of the vial small purple droplets were sucked up into the air.
“Are you sure a few drops is all I need?” Mallory asked Belinda the owner of the magic shop. She had the most gorgeous purple eyes that matched her gray-purple hair. Belinda carried a thin glass wand with her which was beautifully lit from within.
“Not exactly” Belinda said, “your dreams will come true the way they are meant to come true. Not necessarily in the way you want them to come true. Nobody receives exactly what they want, if they did there would be many sorry people in life.”
Mallory looked angry. ” I need these specific dreams to come true. It’s the only way Melonie will love me.”
Belinda shook her head at Mallory. ” I can’t make the magic work that way. Besides you don’t know that that is the only way Melonie will love you. You only think so.”
“Alright, give me five drops of that purple stuff.” Mallory gave Belinda a menacing look.
So Belinda with her wand siphoned off five drops of purple from the cone shaped beaker and put them into a tiny cup. She told Mallory to drink it carefully and waved her wand over him as she chanted a spell.
When Belinda looked again there was a hairless ugly cat sitting on her counter meowing. He looked up at her with Mallory’s green eyes. “Did I mention,” Belinda said “that you need a good heart to have your dreams come true. Your’s is the heart of a scaredy-cat and not a pretty one. I guess I’ll have to adopt you out.”
Belinda smiled and put Mallory in the back with the other cats while she helped her next customer.