The Wishing Map 6

“The air around the Dore house began to shimmer like a mirage…”

Mitch Teemley

Wishing pix-Title-(framed)Note: To read The Wishing Mapfrom the beginning, click here.

The WishingMap

Chapter Two: Aunt Aloysia

Previously: Once the “startlingly large, alarmingly red-headed woman” arrived in Middleton, everything began to change.

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“We really do have a lovely home.” The two-person entity known as Momandad said this at least once a week, and it was true. There was a huge cedar tree in the front yard with a swing that went so high you could kick the moon. The back yard smelled of grass and dirt, and a million smoldering birthday candles.

The house was old, but in a white-slat-boardy, red-chimneyfied way. It was warm and lived in, with talkative floorboards and walls full of smiling off-color relatives; Gina and Zack sometimes felt that the house itself actually loved them.

The hands on the clock were feebly dragging themselves forward. Barely past ten, and the air…

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About mitchteemley

Writer, Filmmaker, Humorist, Thinker-about-stuffer
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