I remember the shop. It would have been difficult to forget it after meeting the manager, Andrea.
“Make sure you pronounce it correctly. The accent's on the second syllable!” She pointed a very long, curling index fingernail at me painted in some ghastly bright purple color.
The thing that drew my attention though, after flinching at the color, was the fact that somehow or other she, or someone, had managed to glue tiny golden stars on each nail. Her long, straight, black hair had a broad streak of purple running down the right side of her face.
“It's a very spiritual color you know. That's why the Buddhists wear it. Not to mention the Egyptians allowed only royalty to wear it.” She tossed her purple stripe back almost as though she was strongly trying to imply she was one of them.
“What are you looking for?” She looked me up and down as though sizing me up for a suit. Then she stepped back and peered at me. She reached for a three dimensional metal triangle thing from the glass counter on her left and held it up and looked through it at me. I swear visions of Romper Room flashed through my mind and I hesitated briefly waiting for her to start calling out names of people she could see, or maybe spirits.
“What are you doing?” I asked that not really certain I wanted an answer.
Regretfully enough she answered.
“This helps me to see the aura around you and also any lingering spirits.”
She kept turning through all four openings and I could see the shiny brass frame of it had all kinds of strange little symbols engraved on it.
“Find anyone yet?” I was trying to be a wise guy which wasn't too hard for me. I had been practicing for over thirty years.
“You have the strangest aura I have ever seen.” She hesitated a moment as though she didn't quite want to believe whatever she was looking at. Then almost in an absent-minded manner she put the triangle down on the counter and smiled.
“Did you know that the word around comes from the word aura.” She paused for a
moment. “I suppose that makes saying 'the aura around you' rather redundant.” She shook her head.
“Actually I was just browsing around down the street here and I stumbled across your little shop. I thought I might stop in and see if you had any green emerald-like stones I could look at for a pendant.”
“Well, first of all, you didn't 'stumble across' this little shop. There are no accidents in the universe my friend. You came in here for a purpose.”
“Good grief woman! I just told you I why I stopped in!” I kept that thought inside my head.
“I need to look something up first.” She went behind the glass counter and her long purple dress flowed along with her as she swirled around the corner reaching for a large, tattered, leather bound book.
“You have a strange greenish, aqua-colored aura nearest you but it is surrounded by a very dark blue one. I've never seen one aura encased in another!”
“Well, you know, there's the inner me and the outer me. Hehe.” I was trying to keep it light but I also wanted to leave. I didn't think I needed green rocks that bad.
She looked up at me with a surprised look on her face as though I had information I wasn't supposed to have.
“This is serious; more serious than you know. A long time ago I was told you would come here.”
“Okay,” I thought to myself, “someone forgot to take their medication this morning. I need to get out of here. I was just window shopping.”
She swirled around the counter and came out reaching for my hand as she headed for the back of the store.
“Come with me. I have something for you.”
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