The Magick in her Books
She whispers to the book as she rubs the book like Aladdin’s Lamp. “No! Not quite stolen. I am going to return you to the library.”
She thought she felt the book swell, then smiles at her own wild imagination.
The book’s surface emerges with a gorgeous smooth supple saddle like brown leather. Only there were areas of deep-deep red as well.
Noel wonders, "If the book was originally red or brown… or both?."
She was not sure and the contemplation soon leaves her mind as she lays her Pop’s hankie down eyes never leaving the book in her lap.
Before opening the gold page embossed tome, Noel closes her eyes and took in a belly deep breath holding it for a bit as her small tummy pokes out rounded with fresh air.
Noel calls to the ether, “Noel, I’d like to visit your timeline again. If you are anywhere near these pages, please allow me access to your dreamy beautiful place of magicks.”
Slowly, ever so slowly, she exhales holding her intention carefully with calm gratitude and child-like anticipation. Opening her eyes, she finds herself considering the vivid red color that seems to sit upon the gorgeous rich brown leather.
“Hmm… I need to keep this in mind.” She take note.
“And now, let’s see what it is you’d like to share with me.” She spoke within.
Carefully opening the book, the cover crunches as if it was brand new. The first page is blank.
“Well of course it is.” She muses turning to the next page where details are revealed: 1885 Monticello, Utah.
“Wow!” she exclaimed too loudly.
“Noooeeeel! What’s going on in there?” her mother calls.
“Nothing Mom! I’m fine.” She replies.
“Go to sleep child.”
“Okay.” Noel promises.
“Well crap!” she thought for she knew her mother would spy her secret lamp if she kept it on.
Noel closes the book carefully placing it on her bedside table. Quickly turning off the light, chanting “Morning come quickly,” she soon falls asleep.
Noel’s dreams were often vivid with a film-like quality. This dream made past dreams seem like grainy visions. The book was glowing and quaking. Noel is glued to what's unfolding before her unable to move.
“Am I scared stiff or am I as curious as all get out?” she asks herself.
The book’s cover flies open. A woman climbs out as if she was coming out of the cellar below the house.
“Okay… it’s scared stiff.” Noel thought and froze now fully awake wondering if the woman could see she was watching through the small slits of her eyes.
Noel inspects the woman, "She's beautifully dressed in the wool finery of the book’s era: lots of buttons down her fitted coat with a long clean-lined skirt. Hmm..."
The woman straightens her hat, brushes off her clothes and then, takes her gun from her side holster and checks to see if it was loaded.
“Holy crap! I’m a dead woman sleeping, or pretending to be” Noel was starting to shake unable to still any longer.
“Oh cut the crap. I know you are awake.” The woman looking directly at Noel.
Noel surprises herself with a calm response. “Shhhhh. You’ll wake the house.”
“Only you can actualize me right now Noel for you found me and you released me from that musty old prison.”
“What?” Noel slowly responded.
“That’s right. I am free thanks to you so I’ll spare your life. And that’s as far as my promises go.”
“Oookaay. How do you know my name and what is yours?” Noel began to sit up.
“I figured you for a lot of questions. You best keep ‘em at a minimum.” The woman is shaking her finger a Noel who blinks sinking into her pillow with each shake.
“My name’s Myrtle. Myrtle Haddon. I’ve known you for years young lady. You might as well be magistrate of the library.”
In response, Noel found herself dreaming of books eyes to the sky, and then quickly landed into reality not quite sure of her next move. “Are you a specter?”
“I won’t provide your silly question with an answer for you are a smart well-read girl. Ohhhhh… if your parents only knew of your acumen.”
“Okay, I get it. You are a ghost. That’s my answer and I am sticking to it.” Noel smils at Mrs. Haddon for the first time while looking at her simple and yet beautiful wedding ring.
“Good on you young lady. That’s the Noel I know.” Myrtle responded. “Now I’ve got business here and I tend to resolve this wrong doing once and for all.”
Myrtle inspects her weapon eyes looking through the sights as she spoke.
Noel was more curious than anything. “What business could she possibly have in 1955?” . . .