CHAPTER 10
REMMIE
Ok, fine.
Something strange is definitely going on.
I mean, stranger than when this all began.
Theres a darkness around here that I can only descried as shadows floating in and out of sight.
The other businesses on my street are closing.
No notice. Just last week they are open, and today, they are boarding up windows and doors.
My current magical discoveries aside, this isn't normal for any of them.
A lot of these businesses have been here for years.
Shade previously mentioned the spell may not be limited to my bakery alone. But why would someone target us?
Yesterday was, A lot! And even after a scalding hot one-hour long shower, I’m still trying to wrap my head around it today.
If I’m being honest, learning about witches and demons isn’t all that shocking.
We live in a town full of supernatural beings, after all.
I think it’s the secrets. All the hiding my grandmother did for all those years.
What made her not want tell me? Obviously, there is some level of danger I can’t fully understand. But I hate this this part of my life was kept from me for so long.
I go through my normal morning routine when I arrive at the bakery. Wipe down the counters, preheat the ovens and get the butter out of the fridge to room temp. Today, this all seems heavy and a bit meaningless. Who am I even doing this for, if not Shade, who will eat whatever I offer him.
Gods, my mind just went to a dirty place.
Not now horny Remmie. You’re trying to be sullen.
But the weight of failure is starting to set in again.
Could it be as simple as a spell or a curse?
Am I truly just a victim of magical circumstances?
And should I just close my business like everyone else until all this witchy stuff blows over? I really don’t know.
Before I even realize, it’s almost noon.
Shade hasn’t come back yet. I’m not surprised.
I kind of shut down on him yesterday after the big witch reveal.
He’s not obligated to be here or anything, If you don’t count the deal we made.
I guess I just got used to him being around.
Ok. I am really used to him being around.
His humming and his tail touches are like second nature to me now.
You never really know just how alone you are until a big smiley demon happens to crash into your life like a freight train.
But there is it. I miss him right now. I sigh, mentally kicking myself in the butt.
The end of this whole predicament is to get my life back on track.
Lift whatever spell was placed on my bakery and get to do the only thing I’ve ever loved again.
And, maybe, a certain demon will want to stick around with me in the end.
Who knows.