By, Nan Claire Falkner
Katy entered the dimly lit shop with trepidation. In the corner was a basket of kittens. Putting her glasses on she noticed there were drawers filled with animal hair, crushed bugs, a one gallon milk jug of Sloth Juice, Life Blood, glass jars of assorted spiders (poisonous and non-poisonous), a glowing green leather book, rows of filing cabinets and barrels on the floor labeled Finger of Toads, Remedies for the Lonely, Kitty Treats, assorted foul aromas, and a container labeled Incantation and Spell books were alphabetically shelved behind the counter. A grin slowly took root when she read a bulletin marked “Satisfied Customers.”
“How can I help you dearie?” a high pitched voice asked.
Katy looked into the kind eyes of an old woman dressed in black. “Yes Ma’am. I need help with . . . well, a personal matter.”
“I see” Madam Rue replied. “Does he have a name?”