Miracle Mart
It's not a Fanfiction.
It's a small... hmm we call it essaie in french then a 'try', that mean short text of random subject.
I have write it a couple years before, even before being a mother.
To be honest, there's a couple of another absurd short tales before this one in the series; MK, why this world. Should maybe put it online
I was in the garage, in front of the workbench, when I felt a chill from my soul.
I can feel my grandfather's presence from ten years ago behind my back. I feel him bend over my shoulder and ask, softly, "My boy'hon, why do you do it like that? I’m enough afraid that you cripple yourself. Wait."
And I felt the need to see his hands grab the two boards I was holding, pull out one of his miracle blocks made precisely to nail boards at an angle, or tighten it in the vise in a way that allows me to work well, then watch him look through his countless cabinets, chests, and shelves, scrutinizing the boxes until he take out a small green box containing a drill and…
I wake from my awaking dream… None of this is still in existence… He passed away ten years ago.
-= Ding =-
"Treasure? What exactly are you doing, Simon… Simon?"
I pass my head through the door that connects to the sunlit apartment—no trace of my companion, but rather a strange colorful arch in the midst of my living room, where the couch should logically be.
I rubs my eyes.
-= Ding =- … in the new aisle… for children's smiles, please view aisle twelve, section Keep your heart young… -= Ding =-
I approach, fascinated, and peer over the arch, seeing my favorite little biker rubs the back of his neck as he gazes at a screen that displays an interactive map of the store along with a list of suggestions. I walk by the ark and glance up, shocked to see a massive Wal-Mart Olympus replica packed with odd merchandise.
When I look closer, I see multicolored bubbles on the shelves, trails that lead nowhere, and mirrors with inscriptions like:
FOUNTAIN OF JOUVANCE. 24 hours, return for a day.
IN WONDERLAND, Are you as talented as Alice?
I WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN, but don't spend too much time thinking about them.
I went to watch Harry Potter with everyone else, and I tried not to look at the large Victorian-style frame that seems to reflect more than my image.
I approach Simon, shaking my head.
"What's going on?"
"I know what it is. It appears to be a shop of… anything."
"I'm curious how much. So, do they provide courage or power? That would be amusing."
"No idea… wait a minute… look here, on the list: Einstein's Intelligence, aisle fourteen. That should be something you like."
I'm deliberating. Einstein's intelligence is stunning, but it also necessitates his nobility of mind and good heart. Perhaps it's not for me. We agree to try at least one thing, so we start strolling around the lanes, dazzled by what we see.
SWORD EXCALIBUR, live Arthur's quest and return to your kingdom as a wise man.
"I suppose you'd be interested in that," my partner said.
I shake my head as I grasp his hand in mine. I'm not sure I want to take the first opportunity.
WISH WELL, as if you were still in need of it here.
HOWLER CATERPILLAR from The Simpsons.
GOOD MOOD IN THE MORNING.
"That would be good for you, sweetheart."
"Speak for yourself."
CHILDHOOD MEMORIES, to be consumed moderately.
"It can be a good whisky!"
My remark does not elicit an answer from my companion, who mumbles something about putting the past behind. I look up, and there he is. My heart races to the point where it appears to be about to capsize over my rib cage. I stretch my hand, uttering another stifled gasp, my finger pointing in the direction of the light.
STAIRWAYS TO HEAVEN, to see your dearly departed.
"No! Don't do it. We all recall what happened the last time you visited God. (*MK, Why this world - Let's just say it.) You're not going to do another apocalypse."
"I just want to see my grandfather; I need him."
"Look, you've already seen him once, and…"
"No way in a story. I need to meet him in person. I need to spend some time with him. Like when he appeared in my nightmares over the first few years after his death. I need it."
"Look at the fine print here."
He points to a poster that can be found on nearly every column in the store. I approach, intrigued and begin reading aloud.
"False hopes are not refunded, nor are persistent illusions guaranteed. We recommend a simple dose of happiness for increased enjoyment."
I smile at Simon, and we go down the alley of happiness. I exclaim at the same time as he, and then he shrugs and stuffs his hands in his pockets.
The happy lane returns us to our apartment, and I smile at the life lesson that has just been served to me. So, we go back to our living room, and the ark vanishes behind us.
Intriguingly, I notice a card still on the couch cushion and take it.
FOR ONE-DAY ACCESS TO THE MIRACLE MART - give it forward.
