Hello everyone! As part of Short Story Saturday, I have posted another short story, this one entitled Veiled Intentions. Please enjoy.
My wife and I found the place on an unassuming four-way corner in University Place after visiting family. I wanted to drive on but my wife insisted we pull over and if you knew my wife, you’d know it is often best to do what she wants.
The name was what appealed to her. “Magick Sanctuary.” She always had a fascination for that kind of stuff. Melinda never can resist the lure of the so-called forbidden arts.
I’m still certain whether she really believed in magic. She’ll deny it whenever I asked her. It is childish to even suggest she’d believe such silly notions as spells and curses, my wife always claims.
Her eyes always betray her. Whenever she speaks of mysticism, it hs the kind of brightness you’d only get from someone who truly believed.