Tale Weavers: #Fiction – Teegan’s Potion Part 1: Tallia, Her Magic Shop, and The Stranger


Thanks to  MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s Tale Weaver prompt:

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MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie

 

Tallia heard the chime as the door to her small magic shop opened. She was usually alerted to a customer’s presence ahead of time. She could feel them before they chose to come inside her store and browse. She could especially feel them when they came to her shop with a purpose.

She brushed back her hair, dyed a light purple-hue of grey as was fashionable. Although, she wasn’t much older than her mid-twenties, her business did well. There was always a a demand for certain products she sold. Her Aunt Willow had run this shop for years before her untimely death.

Tallia had kept the name of the shop: Fairy Dust. She had, however, remodeled the shop Aunt Willow had left her to run. She made the shop modern and inviting, but retained its sense of the mystical. She loved her Aunt, but she also loved that the shop was no longer a hole in the wall.


 

Tallia’s store at first glance, catered to those who were browsing for small treasures or jewelry. Knickknack items which were more magic themed souvenirs or memorabilia, than actual magic.

But hidden among the knickknacks were items which could be powerful if used correctly. The items in the restricted section in the back of the store were more powerful than the ones placed out in the open.

The magical items placed here and there upfront were for decor purposes and to let certain customers know what kind of shop Fairy Dust truly was. Only her regulars were allowed in the back with permission.They knew exactly what they were searching for and how dangerous certain magical ingredients and objects could be.


 

A man called out to Tallia in the shop after she let him browse around for ten-minutes; she waited to see what the man wanted. The fact she had not felt him coming alarmed her.

“Hello is anyone there?” the man asked.

Tallie smiled at the man. He had bright green eyes and dark hair. He was quite attractive, she thought. Then a shadow was caste over her mind. The man appeared harmless enough, but she knew there was some kind of darkness in him.

She held onto the cross hanging from her throat for a moment. It was a protective piece of jewelry and it also confirmed her feelings there was something odd about this man being here. The darkness followed him around and it unnerved Tallia who was starting to experience a headache.

“I’m sorry sir, I’ve had such a busy morning and I need to take a lunch break and go pick up some food. Is there anyway you could come back after lunch?” Tallia attempted to look as if she was faint from hunger.

The man sighed.”I really need your help. It’s not something that can wait.”

“I’m so sorry,” Tallia replied, coming out from behind her cash register.” I need to leave. I can’t wait for food. My blood sugar is too low,” she lied.

The man appeared exasperated. “Alright, I’ll be back in an hour and a half. He handed Tallia his business card. “You will be back right?”

“Of course, Teegan,” she said peering at his business card, “One needs to make a living, don’t they?”

Teegan Foster smiled at this and left out the front door. Tallia could feel the shadow lessening quickly as he walked away from her shop. She decided she would indeed close the store for today.

She hoped this might encourage him to visit another magic shop in the city, where they were more experienced dealing with darker magic. She didn’t want to deal with whatever Teegan Foster’s problem was, unless she had no other choice.

Tallia wrote a quick sign saying she had become ill and would be closed for the rest of the day. She wrote the number of another magic shop on the sign which was close by, for an customers needing emergency supplies. She tapped the sign on the shop’s front door.


 

The following day Tallia returned to work refreshed. Some of her regulars had come to the store this morning. She chatted with them as she helped them find correct items for spells and potions.

She swapped stories with them and they laughed at the happenings in each other’s lives. Many of them had known Tallia since she was as a small girl at the shop; her Aunt had raised her.

Sometime later, Tallia’s head started to throb. She clutched the cross around her neck, feeling the dark shadow around a certain someone drawing closer.

Her regulars had left long ago. She was all alone as she sat down on a stool behind the counter. A green-eyed and sharply dressed Teegan Foster came in the door and stopped abruptly in front of Tallia had the cash register. She instantly felt his darkness clouding her mind and making her dizzy.

“Are you feeling better?” Teegan asked her.

Tallia nodded.”I’m fine, I’ll be fine,” she murmured.

Teegan frowned, “I’m sorry, you don’t look well. That’s my fault, here.” She saw him whisper something and the shadow faded and her pain lessened.

“What, what can I help you with Mr. Foster?” Tallia asked, her voice unsteady.

“It’s just Teegan, Tallia. I need a particular potion. Your Aunt Willow was the only one who could make it for me, and her mother before her. I’m positive you know how to make the potion too. She must have mentioned me at sometime; I’m a long time customer.”

“You don’t look so old?”

“I’m older than I appear, much older. But you might not understand such magic yet.”

He came closer to her and stroked her cheek gently.”It’s okay Tallia. The potion I get here, it takes the darkness away for a long time. The pain you feel, the potion will ensure it doesn’t come from me again ever.”

Tallia nodded mutely. When Teegan, touched her, she felt a jolt which was beyond magic. She was attracted to him, more than she would like to admit. But she didn’t trust him.

Instead of looking at Teegan, she stepped away and brought out her Aunt’s old tome from a small room behind the front counter. It was a volume full of customers, spells, and potions from the past two centuries.

Tallia eventually found a page for Teegan, explaining everything she had to do to make his potion. It wasn’t a difficult potion to make and the ingredients seemed normal, she noticed with surprise.

She wondered why Teegan needed it so badly. She also saw the writing of the spell was neither her Aunt’s or her Great-Aunt’s writing. It was a script she had never noticed in this tome before. A woman with skilled and flowing handwriting had first written down this potions recipe.


 

“It will be an hour or so,” Tallia told Teegan. ” I’m sorry, you’ll be waiting so long. You could’ve called the store and I would’ve made it early this morning.”

“Um, I think you would’ve refused me. You would’ve went home again. Am I right Tallia?”

She flushed. “I wasn’t well, Teegan. Honestly.”

“Sure you weren’t,” he said. His smile was dazzling and he had dimples.

“I’ll wait here for the potion. You’ve a comfortable waiting area in the front there. I can sit and read the news on my phone.”

Tallia peered at her modern but cozy waiting are in front of the store’s large window,” Suite yourself, do you want something to drink?”

“A coffee please, with some milk,” Teegan said.

“One moment,” Tallia replied, feeling uneasy about him.

Although he seemed nice, she wondered what happened if Teegan didn’t receive his potion. What could be worse than the shadow surrounding him? She also wondered how old he really was?  Was this potion what kept him from aging? She shook her head at the thought. It wasn’t possible, was it?

Magic often surprised Tallia but not trusting Teegan, she put a bit of sleeping drought and blended it with his milk and coffee. She might require more time than an hour to make this potion.

She wanted to call another magic shop she knew had been around for far longer than she wanted to know. Her Aunt’s store had been relatively a new magic shop, despite it being in the family for generations.

Tallia felt the owner of the ancient store The Black Coven, a man a much older than herself named Jude, might have records what this potion her Aunt made for Teegan actually did. Surely, someone else of his kind had used it as well.

She served Teegan his coffee and he caught her blue-eyes and held them. She felt herself flush. He drank about half the coffee and set in down. He smiled at Tallia, thanking her and meeting her eyes again.

She went to the back of the store to start gathering ingredients. When Tallia came back out front fifteen-minutes later, Teegan was fast asleep. She sighed, trying to calm the hammering of her chest. She felt a bit guilty. Ignoring her guilt, she went to call Jude, hoping he would enlighten her on Teegan’s mysterious potion.


©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Sunday Photo Fiction: Poem – Italian Sonnet – “Pushing Daisies” #amwriting #poetry #flashfiction


Thank you to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF.

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A Mixed Bag

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Little Lana, stood with her Mommy saw —

Flowers thought, “daisies,” over grave grew tall.

Thought Dad was here, never saw him at all.

Mom had tearful eyes, emotion made her raw.

Why’s Daddy pushing Daisies, where’s my pa?”

Lana asks fragile Mom; had heard phone call —

Nana said Dad’s, pushing daisies, new calling.

Mom cries at question, by the grave she bawls.

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Pushing daisies, what did that mean? Girl knew —

Not the phrase, but thought it’s Daddy’s new job. 

Papa came, Lana asks, “Why Dad now grew —

Daisies? Wasn’t doing business his job?”

Tears trailed down Papa’s eye, his nose he blew:

“It means your Dad is dead, to heaven flew.”

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.


Poem: Cleave – “Don’t Burn Your Bridges”


Thanks to Annie from What The Woman Wrote for introducing me to Cleave Poetry. Another example of Cleave poetry can be found in her link.

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A Cleave Poem is in two halves; “one should be able to read the left column (what’s in regular font), right column (in bold font), and each line across as a combined thought giving you three distinct poems.”

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http://www.cwbafacts.ca

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Mother always repeated a saying; Father didn’t think much of my Mother’s wise words.

Don’t burn your bridges wherever you go, end a meeting with kind words; Father said, the world’s yours, make sure others see your authority.

Many people you’ll meet in life; too many people, will rob you blind given the chance.

And some people you’ll want to remain in your life; but they’ll leave, their purpose in your life done. Strike before they strike you, let them remember strong words when your business together is finished.

When it’s time to say goodbye ensure your words are meaningful and genuine; remind them who helped get them to where they are, to never cross your back.

Don’t leave malice churning between the both of you; smile at them, hug them hard; take them out for one last beer. 

Shake their hand and say ‘Adieu.’ Leave the bridge between you standing with tokens of remembrance; urge them with fear (while you both have a pint) to speak of you respectfully — to not burn their bridges.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

3Line Tales: Quiet, Imagination, and the Spaces Inbetween Silence.


  Thanks to Sonya from 100 Words or Less for hosting Three Line Tales.

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Moritz Schmidt
 

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 1. Some people abhor quiet and others they adore it, I would say I’m often in the latter group but not all the time; we all have this need to be sociable creatures to some extent, whether it’s to meet new clients and network; gab with our girlfriends or see the boys for a game; or simply sit in a coffee shop and absorb the hum of conversation occurring around us.

2. I have this love for quiet (or silence you might call it) because they’re special ideas and transfigurations of your imagination hiding within it; some people can feed their creativity in the loud and garish noises of a crowd of people yelling and hollering to a person near to them; but the best place for some of us to elaborate on ideas and call fourth the muses of our imagination is in the silence where we write brilliant stories, paint paintings, and daydream of our future creations.

3. Sometimes it’s not the quiet or silence which is meaningful, but the spaces inbetween the quiet, because in those hidden molecules lives a powerful and significant understanding between two people; it is love in it’s magnificence which exists within the silences of husbands and wives, partners, girlfriends and boyfriends, children and their parents, grandparents and grandchildren, friends, and people and their pets; this space within silence is a secret place two people who love each other exceptionally, coexist together without uttering a single word, while both comprehending each other deeply even within each other’s souls.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

Sunday Photo Fiction Part 5: The Exchange


Part 4: Roman Ruins and Revenge

It had been months since Graham had seen Allie. He missed her terribly. Allie’s kidnapper Jax had asked for increasingly more money in exchange for Allie.

Now here Graham was with ten-million-dollars in a drab duffle bag, waiting in the front of a big rig truck for Jax to come get the money. He did not know what Jax’s problem was. He remembered him from school and his day’s at Stanford University in Business. Jax was extremely competitive.

They had been friends once, but then Jax became exasperated one evening after Graham had picked-up a girl Jax had his eye on. He told Graham he was tired of how Graham’s family always paid for Graham and Graham never had to work for anything. Jax was tired of coming in second in everything in life to Graham. When Graham’s sister Cassandra, Jax’s on again off again girlfriend, dumped him for one of Graham’s other friends, Jax blamed Graham. Now Jax was a powerful criminal and Graham was at his mercy.

Graham waited and waited for Jax to come get the money so he would return his beloved Allie. But when Allie showed up with a gun pointed at Graham and took the money Graham was shocked. She hit Graham over the back of the head with the gun and darkness took him and his heart broke when he saw Allie through the window kissing Jax and riding off into the sunset without Graham.

truck. Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting.

Day 11- NaPoWriMo- Sapphics –  ” Writing Poetry” 


I was going to the market to

Buy myself some dinner but it was

So cold; I was so very hungry

I needed soul food. 

I’m trying to write some small

Little ditty but it is harder

Then it looks to write  in meter

Do I have it right?

I think the number of syllables

Doesn’t match well but trying to 

Write poetry is tricky business

When writing new forms. 

3. How was Last Night For You – Difficult Thing to Admit


Read here for Chapter 2.

Chapter 3: Difficult Thing to Admit

John held Nina’s hand as he opened the door to his grand house. A white sparkling stone face on the outside of the house glittered in the sunlight. Nina walked into the entrance and she felt the slick expensive wood floors. She saw a large living area with comfortable grey couches that bounced when she pushed her hand against their solidness. The living room had light blue accents but was mostly masculine with its light grey furniture and dark charcoal walls. Nina spied two comfortable wing-backed chairs facing a slate fireplace. A thin TV glistened black over top of the mantel. It was a fitting piece for a single man’s domain.

A soft blue-grey sky through walls of windows was transparent over most of the living room and kitchen. Below she saw a well manicured backyard with a large patio and stone pathways. The windows inside spread past a granite bar with four stools, into a kitchen with pristine white cupboards and a butcher block counter top. John seemed to have only the best appliances in his kitchen including a wine fridge and a second oven. There was also a Tassimo instant coffee maker. Nina smiled because she had the exact same one. Nina could smell the delicate but heavenly scent of chocolate chip cookies in the air. She wondered who baked them, a housekeeper?

Nina removed her shoes and John beckoned her to one of the soft grey coaches. They were made of the softest dove coloured suede leather. Nina bounced awkwardly on the sofa before becoming settled. John’s main floor was huge and open concept. Nina felt quite small in the great room. Though walls that were windows enhanced the feeling the space had of being open, it was a dreary day outside and little sun shone in the house.

John felt as if he needed to explain his problems to Nina. But she wasn’t quite ready for whatever fantastical story John had to tell her. The whole situation felt unbelievable to Nina. It felt like a Dark Brother’s Grimm fairy tale come to life.

When John had taken off his jacket and removed his watch, he sat beside Nina on the couch and smiled at her a bit nervously. Nina looked over at the Tassimo Coffee Maker, “do you think I could have a tea John? I’m kind of craving something warm right now.”

“Oh yeah, sure what kind would you like?”

“Green tea or Chi, if you have it.”

“Yeah, I have green tea. I’ll get you one and make myself a coffee too.” John braced his hands on his legs and got up. His tall body brushed Nina as he went into the kitchen and she shivered at the contact. She saw John grin as he passed her. He felt it too.

” Can I get some honey in that tea, John please.”

“Yeah I have honey. Do you want milk?”

“No, I’m fine with honey thanks. I need something a bit sweet.” John touched her arm tentatively when he sat down and handed her her tea. Nina took a small sip and placed her tea on a coaster on a coffee table in front of her and John. John set his coffee down as well. He appeared apprehensive and kept looking at his feet. It was a different side of him Nina thought. So far, he had only been confident and sometimes brash.

John put his arms around Nina’s shoulder and stroked her gently. “Nina, would you like to here my story . . . would you like to know why I am cursed?” He wouldn’t look Nina in the eye when he asked her this. Perhaps, it was because is story was fantastical. He took a drink of his coffee and swallowed slowly while Nina waited for John to say whatever it was he had to say.

Nina was a kind person and she felt sorry for John. She moved closer to him on the couch and felt the now familiar pull of herself towards him. For John to trust her with something like this in his history was a huge deal. ” Are you sure you want to tell me, I mean you don’t know me that well John.” Nina looked at John with huge soft-blue eyes.

John starred back and said:” I’ve never trusted anyone more than my own family to know the story of how I became cursed, Nina.” John took a deep breathe in, ” the fact that you might believe I am cursed to begin with, demonstrates to me I can tell you the facts without you freaking out or thinking I’m crazy.”

” Well, I might freak out,” Nina admitted. But  John barely heard her.

“I need to tell you this Nina, I need to tell you because I think, the way I feel about you already, well I think you can help.” John looked at Nina with hope in his bright eyes  His knuckles were white and his forehead wrinkled in consternation. ” I need to tell you my story because other people suffer because of me Nina. Other people get hurt and it drives me insane. I need to share my burden if you can help. Is that too much of me to ask of you? I’m no good, but your still here anyways.”

Nina gulped down her tea and burned her mouth. She held her hand to her lips. Her throat felt raw.  Her voice was small as she admitted to John she’d like to hear his story. ” I feel like I’ve been waiting to hear your story since the night we first meant.” Nina said, “so please tell me and don’t leave me in suspense.” She noticed John had a bit of a tremor in his hands as he took her right hand into his own. She felt fireworks and sense of foreboding when John touched her. But she needed to hear why he was cursed if she continue any kind of relationship with the inauspicious John.

John smiled at Nina and looked down at the floor. Nina looked at his face and noticed how tired and weary John looked. She decided to have pity on him even though his ‘curse’ story was a bit unbelievable. John looked at Nina with piercing eyes and with a ragged voice began to tell her his story. He halted several times to check Nina’s reactions. At times he looked ashamed and other times he looked as if what he was telling Nina hurt him.

Please read Chapter 4 here.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.

I Will Never Stop Learning


Kotowski Palace in Warsaw, interior design
Kotowski Palace in Warsaw, interior design (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I am taking a business course for Interior Designers, and am finding that so far the course could be an overview for a business course in general. Our main assignment for the course, worth 50% of our mark, is a business plan for an interior design business. The first time the instructor told me this I think I was vaguely shocked. She handed out the instructions comprising a general layout for a business plan – all things included there in, went through the course guide that somewhat explained this outline, left us to form groups, and left me wondering how this assignment would ever come together. How could we possibly know all the things we needed to know to make a business plan by session 10 when this assignment was due?

I am still in that phase but today I finally pulled it together and started reading through the text-book. Making use of not only an $80.00 purchase, but finding information that further supported and added to the information the instructor had taught us in class (which often feels like she has trouble fitting into an entire class). As I started to research on the internet, things in my head started to fall into place, and I started to think and plan things out.  So now I feel a little better, you see  I have some knowledge now and that makes me happy and feel smarter. Not that I do not learn in class, I do, I am fascinated by what I learn, but it is also 6:30 pm – 9:30 pm at night when I am learning this information so often I feel fuzzy like that fascinating information goes in one ear and out the other. But when I am at home finally studying in the day, repetition kicks in, so does new neuropathways (now awake) connecting the information I am learning to what I have already learned and making something of it, that I think could one day be a business plan with my group.

So that is today in a nutshell. But I am finding all wonderful amount of things in this textbook – things I wished I had learned before I had started working, or even before the end of my Bachelors Degree such as information on making business presentations, putting together and responding to RFQ‘s (Request for Qualifications)  and RFP’s (Request for Proposal), business manners, and building client relationships. Some of this stuff is instinctive, but some of it I could have really used a background in before I started working. Even though, that has been about 4 years now, it occurs to me how funny it is that this information should all become so clear now that I am at home. So you see, an inquiring mind, never stops learning. Information can be found anywhere if only you look and in the most odd places. Four years ago, if you would have told me I was going to try to be a certified interior decorater I would have smirked at you, but not so now. And I am finding this course particularly packed full of useful knowledge, my only hope is that someday I will use it outside the classroom; I am convinced I will, perhaps, in the most surprising places.

Brights of Summer


Banana Republic just outside of Grand Central
Banana Republic just outside of Grand Central (Photo credit: bitchcakesny)

Summer is here and there is some beautiful colorful fashion out there. I thought I’d share with you some of my favorites:

1. Banana Republic – the perfect summer skirt. Swishy and fun and light and bright cobalt blue. $95.00

2. Another Banana Republic find from their Trinia Turk Collection, this classic patterned dress: $160.00

3. Modcloth.com – the perfect classy little sundress in a bright teal color – it fits like a dream: $42.99

Midnight Sun Dress in Aqua

4. Modcloth.com – Dive inSkirt – lovely A- line and turqoise!: $37.99

Dive In Skirt

5. Jacob – my favorite summer T-shirts, this one is in mint but the T-shirt is also available in lilac, and peach: $14.99

Embellished summer t-shirt

6. Jacob – Abstract Print Blouse – in lovely deep bubble gum pink: $24,99

Abstract print sleeveless blouse

7. Ninewest – the perfect white sandal for summer and a heal at a great comfortable height $72.00

https://www.ninewest.ca/product.asp?productid=7694

8.Aldo – the perfect sunglasses $12.00

http://www.aldoshoes.com/ca-eng/accessories/womens/sunglasses/87752044-denunzio/24

Thanks for letting me share and have fun with your own summer shopping. There are lots of sales on right now so it is a good time to shop!

The Details are Important If You Can Complete Your Goals.


A sample floor plan for a double-family home
A sample floor plan for a double-family home (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

These past few weeks I have worked on an assignment for my Space Planning class in the Residential Interior’s program I have been taking. The specifics of the assignment are that each student is to interview another student and find out what that student’s “dream” kitchen would be and design that kitchen. Then, we have to draw up a floor plan of the dream kitchen, draw up an Elevation of one interesting wall in that kitchen, and lastly, we are to write up an explanation on how the kitchen we have designed meets the criteria laid out to us by both our student partner whose kitchen we are designing, and the instructions given to us by the teacher of the course.

I have enjoyed this assignment but struggle to make my work more professional and seem less, like the work of a student. The other thing I struggle with is including all those details that one is supposed to include when designing a kitchen. Details such as how much space one must leave between a fridge and an island or what distance the triangle of sink to fridge to stove should be in the ideal kitchen (26″ with no more than 9″ on each side of the triangle but not every side). Finding that exact layout that meets our student partner’s wish list (the client) and the rules for what things should be included in a plan or elevation is aggravating but completely necessary.

This being said, I perhaps must take back one of earlier posts that suggested we look at the ‘big picture’ of life, rather than the small details. Well, I do not take it back, but what I do confess is that sometimes details are very important. If you are off an inch or half an inch when you are measuring out cupboards in your kitchen, and then you go to try and fit your stove into the space left between those cupboards, you will find the aspect of measurement is extremely vital when designing a kitchen. You must measure out all your appliances width x height x depth, and you must measure out the furniture for your eating area whether that be a banquette, a bar at the island, or a table and chairs. You must leave enough counter space around your stove so someone does not get burned or something does not catch on fire. You have to keep in mind standard measurements such as 36″ for lower cupboards and 30″ for upper cupboards. There are so many little aspects that are important. And sometimes, such is life.

All of these little aspects are each vital in their own way, and important to forming a bigger picture, your dream kitchen. And if you do not get those little details right, that is a something you may find annoying and time consuming, and that can put things out-of-place. So I remain convinced that we should focus on the big picture, but not at the cost of detail, for detail sets designers and individuals apart. Paying attention to the details highlights a lot of people in their respective careers; but to a point. If you pay attention to the details so much that you cannot form that grand idea, cannot complete your goal, those details become meaningless. But if you can pay attention to the important aspects just enough that everything comes together perfectly, then my friend, you are set. So I take my original blog on “Seeing the Big Picture” and clarify it; be detailed, but do not not achieve your goals in your quest for perfection.