This is a description for Living in the Pages, written by Mindy Haig. The short can be found in Breakwater Harbor Books' newly released anthology, Gateways!
My Gateway is from the novel Hidden in the Pages, which was published in November, 2013.
In Hidden in the Pages, Jantzen Burke was given a tattered old journal by his grandfather and told that the book could find his perfect match, the person he was meant to love. So while his life fell apart around him, he wrote in the magic journal and dreamt of a future with the girl who answered.
In the end, when the magical promise was fulfilled, he vowed to get rid of the journal.
But objects made of magic have a life of their own.
I imagined that journal’s journey as it made its way to the hands of the next man meant to write his words inside. It may have been dumped in a Salvation Army bin and traveled to another town in a collection truck. It might have fallen from that truck at another pick-up location. It might have been picked up by a child running for a school bus, and unknowingly dropped again. It might have traveled a thousand miles to be washed down a street in the pouring rain just to lie under a purple table outside a bakery on Harris Street as it waited for the next man in need of its magic.
And this is his story.
An excerpt...
Living in the Pages
By
Mindy Haig
Objects made with the magic of love can never be destroyed. They simply disappear and find their way into the hands meant to hold them.
1. Hendrix:
The rain was coming down in sheets. A heavy curtain of water pounded the cars, the sidewalk and me, as I hunched into the hood of my sweatshirt and plodded toward the drugstore on the corner. The automatic door opened with a faint whoosh, which was lost in the drumming of the storm outside.
Sun shower, my foot.
I pushed the dripping hood off my head, wiped the wetness from my face and pressed my palm to my eyes for a moment as I squeezed my temples and wished the pounding in my head would stop for just a few moments.
Pain Killers.
This place had a whole aisle dedicated to just one product. If only those little pills did actually kill pain. How great would that be? But no, they just dulled it for a little while, when I really needed mine exorcised like the unruly demon it was.
Oh, how I wish.
I squinted a little as I searched the shelves. A small sigh of relief escaped my mouth when I found what I was looking for. I didn't even wait to pay for them. I tore the box open, pushed, my thumb through the safety seal and swallowed well over the recommended dose of blue capsules in the hopes of stopping the wrecking ball that seemed to be crashing around inside my head.
The pills hit my empty stomach like I'd swallowed a fistful of lead pellets.
My Gateway is from the novel Hidden in the Pages, which was published in November, 2013.
In Hidden in the Pages, Jantzen Burke was given a tattered old journal by his grandfather and told that the book could find his perfect match, the person he was meant to love. So while his life fell apart around him, he wrote in the magic journal and dreamt of a future with the girl who answered.
In the end, when the magical promise was fulfilled, he vowed to get rid of the journal.
But objects made of magic have a life of their own.
I imagined that journal’s journey as it made its way to the hands of the next man meant to write his words inside. It may have been dumped in a Salvation Army bin and traveled to another town in a collection truck. It might have fallen from that truck at another pick-up location. It might have been picked up by a child running for a school bus, and unknowingly dropped again. It might have traveled a thousand miles to be washed down a street in the pouring rain just to lie under a purple table outside a bakery on Harris Street as it waited for the next man in need of its magic.
And this is his story.
An excerpt...
Living in the Pages
By
Mindy Haig
Objects made with the magic of love can never be destroyed. They simply disappear and find their way into the hands meant to hold them.
1. Hendrix:
The rain was coming down in sheets. A heavy curtain of water pounded the cars, the sidewalk and me, as I hunched into the hood of my sweatshirt and plodded toward the drugstore on the corner. The automatic door opened with a faint whoosh, which was lost in the drumming of the storm outside.
Sun shower, my foot.
I pushed the dripping hood off my head, wiped the wetness from my face and pressed my palm to my eyes for a moment as I squeezed my temples and wished the pounding in my head would stop for just a few moments.
Pain Killers.
This place had a whole aisle dedicated to just one product. If only those little pills did actually kill pain. How great would that be? But no, they just dulled it for a little while, when I really needed mine exorcised like the unruly demon it was.
Oh, how I wish.
I squinted a little as I searched the shelves. A small sigh of relief escaped my mouth when I found what I was looking for. I didn't even wait to pay for them. I tore the box open, pushed, my thumb through the safety seal and swallowed well over the recommended dose of blue capsules in the hopes of stopping the wrecking ball that seemed to be crashing around inside my head.
The pills hit my empty stomach like I'd swallowed a fistful of lead pellets.
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