A Gap in the Veil: A Contemporary Witchy Fiction Novella: A Gay Urban Fantasy set in a Graveyard with Ghosts by Sam Schenk & Contemporary Witchy Fiction

Author:Sam Schenk & Contemporary Witchy Fiction [Schenk, Sam]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2021-03-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

The next day, Greg was up bright and early to make his way to Lisa’s house.

By the time the train pulled into Upper Hutt station, an entire ocean was coming down around him. Wellington, Upper Hutt included, never just “rained”. It rained sideways or up-ways or down-ways. Greg, like many Wellingtonians, had his first umbrella turned inside out and made into a missile by the wind. Since then, he’d stuck with a water-resistant jacket.

Staring out into the grey from the lip of shelter before the station fell off to the street, Greg tightened his jacket and mentally prepared for the several kilometre trek. As he stepped out into the maelstrom, he was met with the welcome honking of a car horn. Lisa’s Micra was parked up in the rain, lights on, windshield wipers frantically flying. She lowered the window. “Need a lift?”

He gratefully climbed in.

They didn’t speak much in the car, but the silence wasn’t awkward or empty. The energy around her was active and curious, interacting with the world. Her magic asked questions that words would have fumbled and answered incorrectly.

Lisa herself was lovely. She was constantly baking, powdering herbs, or making tinctures — classic witch things. In the old times, they would have strung her up and hung her, but Greg was glad that they lived now. He wasn’t sure she felt the same.

He hadn’t visited much since she’d given her blessing for him to manage his practice.

Her place was exactly as he remembered it. It was a simple brick number, with a wide front yard, impossible to accomplish anywhere near the CBD. The cobbled drive up was a little old fashioned and imperfect, but even that seemed to fit. The exterior was the perfect combination of wild growth and manicured garden — scattered wildflowers lapping up the rain, trees shading a small fountain with lilies and lily pads, a flower bed filled with lavender, sage, and thyme bushes leading to the covered threshold.

When he reached the porch, his movement slowed. Time paused until she shifted past him. The world sped up again. It passed over him like a trick of the mind, but it had never alarmed him. He supposed it was unusual that it shouldn’t alarm him. The glyph he made was designed to be quiet, temporary, aligned to the flow of energy in the graveyard. Lisa's glyph poured energy out and influenced everything around it. There could be no doubt you were entering the home of a witch.

Lisa removed her shawl, rain jacket, and shoes in the foyer. She took Greg’s jacket and pointed to a set of slippers he could use before stepping up onto the wooden floor of the house proper. She’d explained to him once about the feng shui practices her house was aligned with, and the importance of the threshold in many cultures. She said it made her calm, and now after spending so much time in the veil, he could see what she meant. Borders, doors, barriers, and limits were all important to a witch.

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