Imagined Away: The Chronicles of Quinn Book 1 by Qatarina Wanders & Ora Wanders

Author:Qatarina Wanders & Ora Wanders [Wanders, Qatarina & Wanders, Ora]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wandering Words Media
Published: 2023-08-14T16:00:00+00:00

Fishing Line and Moon Cycles

Dream Mr. Tart was, just as Molly said, always moving. He was also down. I wasn’t sure what floor we were on. We had gone down way more stairs than should have existed in the manor house before we found him. He wore a sweater vest—and a frown.

Up and down he went, stepping into each room he came across. He kept one arm folded behind his back, at the small of it, and rubbed endlessly at his chin with the other hand. He stared at the floor as he walked. When he entered a room, he would walk through the entire perimeter of it and then leave and pace in the hallway until he came to the next door.

It was almost like watching a wind-up doll move along its pre-set track. When he hit the end of the Down Hallway, he turned around and came back up. That at least made it easy to find a good spot to put the fishing line.

Molly helped me stretch the fishing line from one wall to the other wall. We pressed it into place with thumb tacks. Then, laughing, we both stepped into a room on the opposite wall from each other.

All we had to do then was wait.

Dream Mr. Tart paced to the end of the hallway. Anticipation built up inside of me. It was like waiting for the right timing in a video game. He went to the end of the hallway and then did his circuit through each room. Then, he came back over toward where we were hiding.

He didn’t see the wire on the floor and tripped over it. As though he were in a cartoon, Dream Mr. Tart threw his arms up in the air and hollered. He flailed and then landed face first on the ground with a hard crack. I wasn’t sure if it was his nose, his neck, or his head that made the sound but I could almost picture the white crack sound effect in the air.

He didn’t get back up.

“Yes! Got him!” I triumphantly stepped out of my hiding spot.

Molly shook her head. In a sing-song voice, she cajoled, “No you didn’t!”

She reached up and tapped on the side of her cheek. I reached up and touched my own. “No star?”

“No star.” She gave a second shake of her head.

I gave a heavy sigh. “Okay. That’s…okay. Fine. So I have to do something else to kill him. That’s fine.”

“What are you going to do?” Molly asked.

I thought about it for a moment, then went and untacked the wire from my end of the hall. “Grab your end.”

“Oh! That’s brilliant.” She laughed and grabbed her end of the fishing line. Together, we brought the wire back over to where Dream Mr. Tart was lying, wrapped it around his neck, and we pulled.

He jerked back to life!

It was like a flip had been switched. Suddenly, Dream Mr. Tart was filled with energy. He kicked and thrashed, grabbing at his neck. The

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