Shimmer 18

Posted on July 27th, 2011 in Shimmer

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“Ok, Bridget.” Magnolia stopped on the sidewalk, jamming her hands on her hips.  “What’s the deal?”


“Let’s wait until we get to the shop,” Bridget whispered, dodging a trio of clowns on unicycles wobbling down the sidewalk.   She waved at the beauty queens passing in a pink convertible, confusion warping her smile.  “How did she get so many people to participate so quickly?  I mean, really, a parade for a birthday?”


“You’re just jealous.  Now spill,” Magnolia ordered.  She shoved her hair off her neck, holding it with one hand while she fished for a clip in her purse with the other.


“Well, my, my, testy aren’t we?”  Bridget perked up as a truck filled with buff firefighters crept by.  Fluttering her eyelashes, she waved.  “What’s gotten into you?”


“What’s gotten into you?” Magnolia retorted, snatching her back as Bridget hitched up the hem of her skirt, wiggling her heeled foot on the sidewalk.  “I’m not the one acting like a cat in heat!”


“Well, you obviously didn’t take a look at those firemen.”  Bridget turned to her.  “You’re just mad because I’m dissing your new hero, aren’t I?”


“She’s not my hero.  And diss is so 90s.”  Magnolia jabbed the clip into her hair, ignoring the stabbing pain in her scalp.  “I just think she’s really nice.  Look how happy Cici is now.  Look what she did for her.  Look what she did for that old woman and my aunt.”  Twisting her hair into a bun, she frowned.  “Amaryllis has been nothing but nice to us and you’ve got some weird vendetta against her.  I just think it’s rude.”

“Whew!”  Bridget leaned back, blowing on her hand sarcastically.  “That was a scorcher!”


“All I’m saying…” Magnolia began.


“I know what you’re saying,” Bridget interrupted, waving her hand.  “I get it.  I’d be mad at me too.”  She hesitated.  “Listen, I really like hanging out with you and Cici.  I like our lunches.  I like our Nancy Drew crew.”


“I am not Bess.”  Magnolia’s lips twitched.  Bridget grinned back, grateful, before continuing.  “But I just have a weird feeling.  There’s something about that shop, something we don’t know.”  Reaching into her purse, she pulled something black and sooty.  “And this might help us figure it out.”


“And what is that?  Old wire?”  Magnolia wrinkled her nose.


“No.  These are the first jewels Amaryllis gave us.”  Bridget held out her hand, ignoring a marching band prancing by.  Her brow furrowing, Magnolia grabbed the trio of stones.  The heavy stones were cold and dull against her fingers, the silver casings smeared with black.


“These can’t be them!” she exclaimed.  “Amaryllis told us they were Quivering Stones from Tibet.  These look like nothing more than costume jewelry.”


“That’s the thing.”  Bridget glanced around, then stepped forward.  “I asked your uncle what had happened, and he said the stones were the same, but it was as though they had been aged by centuries.  He said that kind of damage could only have been done by exposure to the elements for thousands of years.  And they weren’t like this at lunch.”


Magnolia smoothed her finger over the jeweled pendant.  “What do you think it means?”


“I don’t know.”  Bridget pressed her lips together, all humor vanished from her voice.  “But as you said earlier, I have to admit Amaryllis certainly does have an eclectic way with people.  I mean, look at all this!”  She gestured toward the parade, now featuring several hot-air balloons and ballerinas on stilts.  “And I saw how happy she made the little girls.  And how happy she made me.  It’s like some kind of…magic.”  She held the jewels out to Magnolia.  “Feel these.”


“I did earlier.”


“No, feel them now.”  Bridget pressed the jewels into Magnolia’s hand.  “What do you feel?”


Magnolia paused, glancing up at the summer sun pelting down on her face.  Even in the bright light and stifling heat, a chill ran through her body.  Her fingers itched to drop the jewels, to fling them away.  The icy stones singed her fingertips, each piece slicing into her with a mixture of fiery cold zings.


“Yeah,” Bridget whispered, nodding as the frown floated over Magnolia’s face.  “It doesn’t feel like her at all.  It feels like something wrong, something dark.”


“But what?” Magnolia murmured, dropping the pieces into Bridget’s handbag.


“That’s why I wanted to check out her shop.   Maybe there’s soemthing we missed.”  Bridget glanced across the street, grabbing Magnolia’s arm.  “Let’s hurry, before the elephant gets here.”


“Elephant?”  Magnolia twisted around as Bridget yanked her across the road, dragging her up the sidewalk and to the steps.  She shoved Magnolia inside, quickly shutting the door behind her.


“Did we have to rush?” Magnolia complained.  “I wanted to see the elephant.”


“It’s grey and big and has a trunk.  You didn’t miss much.”  Pulling a flashlight out of her purse, Bridget flipped it on.  “Follow me.”


Pouting, Magnolia trailed after her, fanning her face as her kitten heels clicked across the tile floor.  “How did you get that in your purse?  It’s huge!”


“I’m an excellent purse packer.”  Creeping into the main room, Bridget froze.


“What?”  Magnolia peered around her, gripping the door handle.  In the beam of the golden light, a woman glared at them.  In a crisp black dress that billowed out at the knees and a small black hat perched on her dark hair, beady dark eyes glittered under a sweep of fine black netting.  “Can I help you?”   Her crisp British voice cut into them.


Magnolia stepped back, gulping.  Bridget, on the other hand, marched forward, wielding her flashlight like a ninja sword.  She jerked it up, aiming it straight at the strange woman.

“Who are you?”  Bridget demanded.  “What are you doing here?”


“I’m Melantha.  I own this shop.”  A tounge sliced across blood red lips.  “Who are you?”


“You don’t own this shop.  Amaryllis does.”  Magnolia peered around Bridget.


“I do own this shop.  Well, this land.  It won’t be a shop when I’m through with it.  It will be a lovely strip of land for development deals.  Maybe a bank or a law office.”  The beady eyes gleamed.


“No, that’s not right.”  Magnolia shook her head.  “Amaryllis owns this shop.  Her grand opening is in two weeks, on Midsummer’s Night Dream.”


“Is that what she told you?”  Blood red lips parted to reveal razor sharp porcelain teeth.  “Well, she is mistaken.  I shall be taking possesion of the shop.”


“Under what authority?”  Bridget challenged, jabbing the flashlight closer.  “You can’t take her shop!”


“Of course I can.  After all, it’s half mine.”  Melantha smiled.


“It’s not yours at all!” Magnolia protested, stepping around Bridget and crossing her arms.  “You’re lying.”


“Not in the slightest.”  Melantha’s smile was more of a sneer.  “Why should I lie?”  She raised her black tipped fingers, throwing her chip up.


“How do you know Amaryllis?” Magnolia demanded.


“Yeah, and how did you get in here?  Does she know you’re here?” Bridget demanded.  “How long have you known her?


Her smile froze Magnolia’s heart and shattered every shred of hope clinging on at Melantha’s words:  “I’m her twin sister.”


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24 Responses to “Shimmer 18”

  1. Barbara Says:

    I’m thinking these twins don’t get along very well, right? The plot thickens.

    (Glad you liked the couscous dish!)

  2. Couture Carrie Says:

    OMG the plot thickens!


  3. Cafe Fashionista Says:

    You are the queen of masterful plots and storytelling, Duckie! J’adore this installment! :)

  4. Channon Says:

    What inspires your character’s names?

  5. Maris (In Good Taste) Says:

    Gotta agree-the plot thickens!!!

  6. Ramona Says:

    Buff firemen….where’s their picture!

  7. sweetlife Says:

    can’t wait!!!

  8. Pam Says:

    Dun, dun, DUN! A new twist is this fantastic story.

  9. Krysten Says:

    Ooh I like!

  10. Alex aka Ma What's For Dinner Says:


    Lots of yummy love,
    Alex aka Ma What’s For Dinner

  11. joeinvegas Says:

    Sisters -

  12. ana patricia Says:

    Okay, first, love the name of your character! Magnolia :D When I was in NYC I didn’t go any places that were specifically pie places. I did go to Juniors though. They have THE best cheesecake I have ever tasted! I’ve heard New Yorkers say it’s one of the best places to get cheesecake in the city. I didn’t see Legally Blond unfortunately. But I used all my spare cash and credit card to see Sister Act, Wicked (a gift from my aunt), and Catch Me If You Can (which might be my favourite)! :D

  13. Natasha Says:

    I love the addition of Melantha. I need to know more.

  14. Pietro Says:

    Very nice story!
    To blow bubbles, what a good idea!

  15. blueviolet Says:

    So far I’m not a huge fan of this Melantha.

  16. Marjie Says:

    Ah, so we have the good sister and the evil sister, who changes the magic stones into ice and evil. And I wanted to see the elephant, too! Even if it was just a giant grey thing!

  17. Jennifer Fabulous Says:

    I could learn a thing or two from you when it comes to dialogue. You do it so flawlessly in all your stories, especially this one. :)

  18. She is Sara Says:

    WOW, that was a shocker!!

  19. Adriana Iris Says:

    catching up with my girls… got loads to read from you.

  20. Style, She Wrote Says:

    Great image for this post! Looking forward to tomorrow’s recipe… xo style, she wrote

  21. Chili Says:

    Hell yes, i be deficient write something like this however didnt accept time, may i repost this A Duck In Her Pond » glimmer 18

  22. Lorraine @ Not Quite Nigella Says:

    Oooh I did not expect that twist! The old twin sister! :)

  23. Sue Says:

    Good vs. Evil it looks like! Very interesting.

  24. toms shoes Says:

    These all YouTube gaming video clips A Duck In Her Pond » Shimmer 18 are truly in good quality, I watched out all these along by my friends.

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