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- Author: Reverie Hargrove
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- Genre: Paranormal Witches & Wizards Romance
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MAKE A WISH
VIOLET
25.
I traced the shaky numbers on a dusty book spine, where a title must
have been at some point, then I erased them with a swipe of my thumb.
Twenty-five years old. I hadn’t truly celebrated a birthday in years, never
even giving it much thought, yet this one felt different—this one held
promises of change that never before had been so tangible.
“Young lady?”
Mr. Mbengue’s gruff voice echoed throughout the long, deserted aisles of
the bookstore, followed by the muffled thump of his cane.
“Where’d you go?” he grumbled. “I swear, if I find you sewing one of
those weird animals again…”
He appeared at the end of the narrow corridor of bookshelves where I
was currently stocking books. When he saw me, Mr. Mbengue frowned and
smacked the cane on the wooden floor two times in a row—thump, thump.
One of the most comforting sounds I’d ever heard. It meant I was safe.
“What you doing back here?” he asked, making his way toward me.
“Wasting time?”
I lifted the pile of books in my hands as I pocked the full cardboard box
at my feet with the tip of my tennis shoe. “Putting these away, just like you
told me.”
Mr. Mbengue took a few seconds to evaluate my words, the lines
marking the brown skin of his face deepening just a little, then he scoffed.
“In the back. Need you for something.”
I didn’t ask for more information as he turned his back to me, leading the
way toward the back of the store—I already knew how pointless it would
be. Mr. Mbengue wasn’t much of a talker; he didn’t ask many questions, he
didn’t give many answers. Maybe it was the reason we blended so well
together: we both cherished our silence.
As I followed him across the store, past curved bookshelves that reached
the ceiling and wobbly towers of old, dusty books, I wondered what had
made him that way. Had he always been like this? Or had something in his
past changed his demeanor, as it had happened to me?
Before I could torment myself with more questions that would never get
an answer, Mr. Mbengue stopped by the backdoor and nodded toward it.
“Before I die of old age.”
I held back a little smile I knew he wouldn’t appreciate, and I went to
open the door. A glimpse inside and I stopped dead in my tracks.
I knew what the back looked like: I’d spent the past six years walking in
and out of it almost every day. I’d napped in there a few times, too. It was a
tiny room crammed with books yet to be sorted; it was dark, stuffy, and
most of all, cold. The only piece of furniture in there was a desk where Mr.
Mbengue did taxes and tried to keep the bookstore afloat.
Now the back looked nothing like the version of it that lived in my head.
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