In Which Gail Sends Out Three Letters
With careful precision, Gail wrote on the parchment in a shimmering green script:
Greetings, stranger. It would seem you might have need of my humble shop, Uniquely Portable Magic. Please consider this your invitation to stop by anytime you like. I offer a wide variety of written texts and would be happy to help you find whatever you might be looking for. Should the shop's location be unfamiliar to you, simply tap this card three times against the palm of your hand, and say, “I have a need.” You’ll arrive faster than you can blink. I look forward to your visit.
Re-reading over it, the woman cringed a bit at the flowery words. It wasn’t really her style…but there was that old saying…the one about catching more flies with honey. She’d never get any business at all if she just said, “I’m a witch with too much time on my hands - give me something to distract myself!” Yeah…that just sounded pathetic…not to mention desperate. And, of course, it was far too complicated (and confusing) to explain that her book shop had a mind of its own and wouldn't leave her alone until she sent the damn letters.
Folding the paper up, she placed it in a thick, forest green envelope, and sealed it carefully. There were four total - not the most she’d ever written in a single sit-down...but close enough. All it took was a tap of her wand and the invitations went swooshing through space (and occasionally time), to flutter quietly into spots where her potential customers weren’t likely to miss them.
