~ part ten ~
Using her breath, she calmed her soul.
Em stepped back from the store. She pulled her soul out of her body, out of the store, and into the world. She floated high enough to see what had been Salem Village and the store. If she squinted, she could pick up faint tendrils of historic energy. Her own move from Salem Village to Boston in October of 1692 came as a faint yellow line. George’s more mercurial energy flitted back and forth. She watched until she saw each of the twenty’s faint energy lines fleeing what had been Salem Village. Hoping to catch a sense of what was happening now, she watched for tendrils of energy stretching from Salem Village to the store and back again.
There were new energy lines. This energy was new and vibrant. She called the energy to surround her. This new energy was filled with bright curiosity, giddy enthusiasm, and something she couldn’t place.
The sound reached her high above the world. Em worked to stay with the energy just a little bit longer so that she could understand this unknown component. The more she stretched toward it, the more it evaded her.
“Em. Come back to me, my love.”
Em’s soul was drawn back into her body. She opened her eyes. She was sitting on her stool behind the glass counter, and George was kissing her lips. He smiled when she’d returned.
“Time for bed,” George said.
Before she could protest, he swooped her off her stool and carried her up to bed.
Suffer a Witch continues...