[The Dream Merchant] Gillian's Story
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				Title: <strong>[The Dream Merchant] Gillian's Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>forlorn1</strong> on <strong>07-01-2007, 01:06:55</strong>
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				The Start of It All<br><br>A grandfather clock, lost somewhere in the labyrinth that was Malick's second hand store, had just struck 6. <br>The door,almost on queue, opened and the sound of rain entered along with the dripping personage of Gillian Reynolds.&nbsp; The silver bell above the door chimed for attention.&nbsp; <br><br>Jack finished reading his sentence before looking up.&nbsp; In his late 50s, almost completely gray and wearing his customary wire rimmed spectacles, he knew that customers rarely if ever barged straight in demanding what they wanted.&nbsp; More often than not, they didn't know what they wanted, and would browse for a little before striking up a conversation.<br><br>Setting the book aside, he raised the counter door and nimbly stepped out.&nbsp; <br><br>"Is there something in particular I can help you find, miss?"&nbsp; he asked in smooth tones.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gillian's Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>07-01-2007, 05:10:21</strong>
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				Cursing herself for being too distracted to remember to grab an umbrella when she'd left her apartment, Gillian leapfrogged from awning to awning, although the downpour was heavy enough that she looked like a drowned rat anyway.&nbsp; She'd started the day feeling sorry for herself, looking through her scrapbooks of Devon, rereading cards that he'd given her and getting lost in his eyes in the myriad pictures she'd taken of him.&nbsp; She'd very carefully cut herself out of any of the pictures of them together, throwing them in a big iron cauldron that she kept around for Halloween pranks because she was unable to stand the sight of herself 40 pounds lighter, then stuffing herself full of chocolate cream pie while she watched them burn.&nbsp; Her eyes and nose would have burned from the stench if it hadn't been for her bawling, crying so hard that she could hardly swallow the barely chewed mouthfuls of pie.&nbsp; <br><br>By noon she'd put the scrapbooks away and set about manically cleaning her apartment, if only to distract herself from the fact that she was sick to her stomach.&nbsp; It was Saturday and weekends were torturous, her breakup with her boyfriend of seven years too fresh in her mind to allow her to enjoy time to herself.&nbsp; It had been six days since he'd shattered her heart, and she'd spent them alternating between glutting herself, sobbing uncontrollably, and trying to act as if nothing had changed.&nbsp; Needless to say she'd only succeeded on two counts.&nbsp; After managing to knock her TV to the floor when her vacuuming became a bit overzealous, she decided to go out, although she had no particular destination in mind.<br><br>Leapfrogging to another awning she decided to go inside on a whim, not really paying attention to what type of store it was, just opening the door and pausing once she was inside to push her sopping wet hair out of her eyes.&nbsp; She had no idea how far from home she was, but she'd been walking for about forty minutes when the sky had opened up.&nbsp; As she looked around she realized that she'd never noticed this store before and momentarily forgot about her woes, fascinated by the treasures that surrounded her.<br><br>She didn't really look at the man who spoke to her, replying distractedly, "Ummm... no... I'm not looking for anything in particular..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gillian's Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>forlorn1</strong> on <strong>08-01-2007, 03:50:18</strong>
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				"Perhaps this will help" Jack said proffering a folded well worn green towel, with small dark green frogs on its borders.<br><br>"Of course we also have a fairly sizable collection of umbrellas, all very reasonably priced, if your return home is imminent."<br><br>"But I sense you might be searching for something more personal."&nbsp; He seemed to study her then for a long moment.<br>"Yes I think I have something that might interest you."&nbsp; Breezing by Gillian he opened the door of an ornate oak and glass case.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>"It only came in a few days ago, from an estate sale" he said picking out an smallish silver clamshell, gold inlay of fairies playing adorning the upturned face.<br><br>Before Gillian could object, he opened the clamshell to reveal a polished mirror on the inside.&nbsp; The other side was blank, perhaps a place for a photo.&nbsp; The mirrored showed Gillian, completely dry, 40 pounds lighter, in a yellow summer dress she had always adored.&nbsp; Her image smiled happily back at her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gillian's Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>08-01-2007, 23:49:58</strong>
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				Taking the towel, she dabbed at her brow as she muttered a thank you, loathe to do what she truly wanted to do, which was an unladylike scrubbing of her soaking wet hair.&nbsp; She flushed a bit at his mention of an umbrella, figuring that she'd buy one before leaving and looking forward to the possibility of discovering other treasures.&nbsp; She returned his gaze as he studied her, seeming to lose her train of thought.<br><br>Placing the towel on the counter, she moved around slowly as he went to the beautiful case, not touching, just drinking in the details of each discarded item with her eyes.&nbsp; Turning toward him, she looked into the mirror and froze, her eyes widening, torn between bursting into tears and snatching it from his hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gillian's Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>forlorn1</strong> on <strong>12-01-2007, 03:24:27</strong>
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				Jack smiled a sly knowing smile at the look in her eyes.<br><br>Closing it slowly, he waited until hers eyes returned to meet his.&nbsp; He set the silver compact on the counter.<br><br>"This is a very unique item, and I paid a great price for it.&nbsp; But from your expression I can see that you would like to own this fine piece."<br><br>"Perhaps we can work out an alternate form of payment?"<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gillian's Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>18-01-2007, 23:29:07</strong>
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				She wasn't sure that he realized it's full value, wasn't sure that she wasn't losing her mind in her grief-stricken state, but she knew that she wanted to see more of what the mirror had to offer.&nbsp; For a moment she'd felt hope again, something she'd had little of lately.<br><br>"It..."&nbsp; Taking a deep breath, she composed herself before continuing.&nbsp; "It's quite beautiful."&nbsp; She was uncertain, wary of showing him how much she desired the mirror, knowing that the more she wanted it the more he'd charge, but her eyes kept returning to it without her realizing it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gillian's Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>forlorn1</strong> on <strong>19-01-2007, 05:49:34</strong>
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				"Yes, quite beautiful...."&nbsp; he agreed, trailing off, echoing her words. Setting them woodenly in the air,<br>like a stonemason would set a brick in mortar. <br><br>"I have need of someone to deliver some packages for me" he continued. <br>"Its a trivial matter really, but I dare not leave the shop unattended, and I hate to close and loose sales."<br>The shop was quite absent of any other customers.<br><br>"If you would run these trivial deliveries for me, say tomorrow afternoon, I'd be eternally grateful."<br><br>"Grateful enough" he added, "to even discount this unique compact to a price you might be able to pay."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gillian's Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moondazed</strong> on <strong>19-01-2007, 06:12:12</strong>
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				So distracted by her desire to see herself in the mirror again that she barely understood what he said, she nodded absently, not caring whether she had previous commitments, not considering what items she might be delivering, nor the fact that it was unlikely that he'd discount the compact for something so simple.<br><br>"Sure..."&nbsp; She was almost mesmerized by the shiny object, leaning down toward it before catching herself.&nbsp; Blinking rapidly, she blushed slightly in embarrassment at her behavior, pretending to look at other items in the cabinet but stealing glances beneath her lashes.
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