Well, Christy didn’t seem to mind. Franklin made small talk with Christy as they walked through the halls and down the stairs. I love my big brother! Franklin, and a tumble of fear went through her. “Fuck,” he muttered. Franklin’s celestite. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Kyle pulled his Ford Taurus into his driveway. Franklin’s celestite. Franklin prayed to Hecate over the boiling beaker that issued yellow, sweet smoke. She shuddered. So be patient.”
She looked crestfallen and Christy beat her jealousy back down. His mom tried to keep it tidy, but she worked full time, and Kyle and Fatima had active lives, so sometimes it got away from them. Neither could Kyle. And then I’ll need to figure out who cast this spell and why. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The rats streamed out from Rogers High School, spilling into the surrounding community, diffusing like a drop of blood into a pool of water.
