![]() ![]() ![]() “The mountain hid the town high-up-away from the rest of the world. “Midnight Gulch used to be a secret place,” Mama said. And then she stopped clutching the steering wheel so tight and her shoulders relaxed and I knew exactly why: She was about to settle into a good story. “That’s what some people say,” she told me. ![]() Only my mama could shine like that when the rest of the world was so dark. The wind answered before Mama did it swooshed through the van and flung her blond hair into a cloud of golden whirls and curls. “Does that mean there was magic here to start with?” “Soooo …” I propped my feet up on the dashboard and wiggled my sock-striped toes. I didn’t need to see her eyes to know how they’d look: sky blue and beautiful. I watched the way the moonlight painted her profile: the dark shadows under her cheekbones, the tight pull of her mouth. A big fat moon, pale white and lonesome-looking, was our only streetlight. I couldn’t see anything, though: not a house, not a store, not even an old barking dog. She looked straight ahead as she drove, past the white beam of our headlights, deep into the night, like she could see exactly what was up ahead of us. “They say all the magic is gone up out of this place,” said Mama. ![]()
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