Shimmer 19

Posted on August 3rd, 2011 in Shimmer, Stories



Do you Shimmer?


“Her sister?” Magnolia stammered.


“Her sister?” Bridget snorted, leaning back and drinking in Melantha’s black dress and dark hair.  “Whatever.  Ya’ll look nothing alike.  You can’t be twins.”


“Can’t we?”  Melantha’s dark eyes narrowed.  “And why would you not believe me?”  Her eyes pinned Magnolia to the floor, like an ant under a hot beam from a magnifying glass.  “Ah,” she purred.  “I see.”  Stepping forward, she reached into Magnolia’s purse.


“Excuse me!” Magnolia cried, jerking back as Melantha deftly fished out the peacock-blue boxes.  Clucking her tounge, she flung off the lids and rolled her eyes.  “Ah, my sister’s already been at you with her Quivering Tibetean stones.  How quaint.”  She held the jewels up to the light, twisting them in her bony fingers.  “They’re so valuable, so rare.”  She raised an eyebrow, her eyes roaming over Magnolia.  “She must really like you.”


Magnolia stayed silent, her purse digging into her arms.  Melantha’s thin fingers wrapped around the jewels, crushing them into her palm.  Black soot raced from her fingers, raining down onto the unfinished tile below.


“What?” Bridget exclaimed as Melantha dusted her hands on her black skirts.  “Wait…How?”  She shook her head.  “That’s impossible.  You can’t crush stones with your hands.”


“If you know my sister, then you know the impossible is par for course with her,” Melantha drawled dryly.  Brushing off her fingertips, she frowned at them.  “Give her a message for me, won’t you?  Tell her this time, I’ll win.”  Her dark eyes flashed.  “And there’s nothing she can do to stop me.”  Peeling off a fingernail, she flicked it onto the ground, inches from Magnolia’s wedges.  “Midsummer’s Night will be rather different, if I have any say.”  Her voice lowered to a dangerous whisper, the words ending with a hiss that made them both shiver.  “And I will have my say.”


“Like hell,” Magnolia muttered, grabbing Bridget’s arm.  “Come on.”  Steering her sputtering friend out of the shop, she broke out into a run and didn’t stop until she had crossed the street, clambering halfway down the sidewalk.


“Slow down,” Bridget panted, wiping sweat from her face.  “What’s your rush?”


“There’s something wrong with her.  Something very wrong.”  Magnolia slowed to a jog, her ankles screaming in protest.  These shoes were not made for walking, much less running.  “Didn’t you feel it?”


“All I felt was she was some weirdo doing magic tricks with our stones.”  Bridget scowled.  “I mean I know they were tarnished, but she didn’t have to steal them.”


“She didn’t steal them, she destroyed them,” Magnolia muttered.


“Ok, ok.”  Bridget rolled her eyes.  “Don’t tell me you’re going all weird on me now.”


“There’s nothing to go weird about, Bridget.”  Magnolia tossed her golden hair over her shoulder, glancing at her friend.  “The sooner you accept Amaryllis is magic, the easier this will be.”


“I don’t believe in magic.”  Bridget shook her head.  “There’s reason to everything.”


“Then how do you explain ghosts or love or the little things during the day that don’t make sense, like a smile when you need it or the perfect cupcake?”


“Ghosts are fake, love is a chemical reaction of phermones and brain chemistry, people smile because they have gas and the perfect cupcake is impossible to recreate.”  Bridget smirked.  “Satisfied?”


“No.”  Shaking her head, Magnolia strode to Cici’s Cupcakes.  Wading through a enormous crowd of children and hungry parents from the parade, she ducked behind the counter and into the kitchen.


“Magnolia!” Amaryllis greeted her, orchestrating a line of cupcakes doing the cha-cha into a vat of icing while powdered donuts skated across baking racks.  “Did you see the parade?  What a delightful birthday!”


“Amaryllis, we have a problem.”


“Oh, there’s no problems.”  Wiping a smear of powdered sugar from her nose, Amaryllis extended a sugar- dusted apple hand pie.  “Try these.  I think it needs sprinkles.”


“Amaryllis…” Magnolia took the pie.  She gulped, forcing down the boulder in her throat.  “Melantha is at your store.  And she says she’s going to sell it.”


She had never seen so many flowers or bad words spew from someone’s lips before.


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30 Responses to “Shimmer 19”

  1. Caren with a "C" Says:

    I’m wondering how this is going to end! Have you ever read Candy Shop Wars?

  2. Faith Says:

    Happy Wednesday, Duckie!

  3. Natasha Says:

    Melantha has thrown down the gauntlet and I hope Amaryllis wins. This story is getting so good.

  4. teachinfourth Says:

    “Her eyes pinned Magnolia to the floor, like an ant under a hot beam from a magnifying glass.”

    What a wonderfully well-written line!

  5. Jamie Says:

    Can’t wait to read more

  6. Cafe Fashionista Says:

    Things are really getting out of control now! :)

  7. Rachelle Says:

    ooh, such a wonderfully captivating exchange between your characters. The personalities just come through. And the last line flowers and bad words” gives such a clear picture of the reply.

  8. Robin Says:

    oh my….

    Weather here has cooled down and humdity is low as well. Life is good. :-)

    Wishing you a beautiful day….

  9. Channon Says:

    Love those booties! I want a pair!

  10. Krysten Says:

    Oh my gosh I don’t even see an end in sight! This is getting crazy!

  11. Ramona Says:

    lol…people smile because they have gas

    I know some real stinkers then!

  12. Allison's Delicious Life Says:

    Hi! Thanks so much for stopping by my blog from SITS.

    I absolutely love the design of your blog and your witty writing. I’m so glad I found it!

  13. Adriana Iris Says:

    Happy Wednesday Duckie…

  14. Pam Says:

    Uh oh.

  15. Ashley Sisk Says:

    ROFL you are so funny. Thanks so much for stopping by. I enjoy your style!

  16. joeinvegas Says:

    OH, sister fight

  17. TeresaR Says:

    Those darned evil twins!!

  18. Couture Carrie Says:

    Lovely post, darling!
    Those booties are fabulous!


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

    And the plot thickens….

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

  20. 2girlsonabench Says:

    We want those sparkly boots

  21. jordanaa Says:

    i do wonder how things happen with no reall answers !!
    im obsessed with glitter and those flip flops are holding up!!!


    fashion provocateur

  22. Rachel (S[d]OC) Says:

    Check out those boots: Star Trek meets 80s retro look!

    I feel bad about those rare stones getting crushed. :-(

  23. Charlotte Says:

    I love the way your imagination works. And this, by far, is my favorite line of the piece. So funny!

    “Ghosts are fake, love is a chemical reaction of phermones and brain chemistry, people smile because they have gas and the perfect cupcake is impossible to recreate.” Bridget smirked. “Satisfied?”

  24. She is Sara Says:

    oh wow, a total “dom dom dom!” moment!

  25. gloria Says:

    Lovely boots Duckie!!

  26. Deidre Says:

    The names are just fabulous!

  27. Rach Says:

    Love those boots! Happy Wednesday, friend. :)

  28. Lorraine @ Not Quite Nigella Says:

    Oooh what is going to happen I wonder? :o

  29. veronicalee Says:

    I want a pair of those booties!!!

    Happy Thursday, gorgeous!

  30. Sue Says:

    Looks like an epic fight is coming on between the sisters.

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