Alley of Whispers

 

It was a cold, dark, smelly part of town. No one goes there unless they are desperate, lovelorn, lost.

“Come in” said the old man with aged eyes and wry smile.

In I went, heart pounding, not even sure why I was there.

“Thanks” I said.

I saw antiques, pocket watches, ugly old jewelry, books, chairs covered in carpeting, yesteryears forgotten stuff

“How can I help you, young lady?” the proprietor said.

“I am here find true magic.” I replied with childish confidence.

“Magic? I am not sure what you mean” the small man’s voice trailed off.

“It is known that you know the secret to where magic begins and I can find answers to impossible questions.” I said as if I really knew what I was looking for.

“I see,” the man said. “How do I know you are sincere in this search?”

“Can I be honest with you and you will not reveal a secret I have? I said cautiously.

“Of course.” replied the man.

“Some nights I turn into a cat, other nights I turn into a sheep, occasionally I turn into bat.” I was nearly in tears, desperate for an answer.

“Come with me.” he said.

The kindness in this man’s eyes made me feel safe and comfortable. We went through a mist where shadows swirled and cracks in reality whispered secrets. Time stretched into eternity, minutes twinkled like fireflies.

This was the bridge between two worlds. I only needed one world the world where I belonged.

The city was quiet outside the little shop, the man left me and returned to his job of selling trinkets and tales. He knew I would find my way home.

Welcome to the Alley of Whispers.

Georgia