Chapter 1: Antique Addition
Molly wondered the busy streets, in search of something to put her mind at ease. The stress of being independent was severely clouding her mind. All of the things she had to do now that she was an adult kept pounding around in her brain. It was when she thought about paying rent that she noticed where she was. Pike Place Market was a huge shopping district in Seattle that hailed all sorts of local amenities. Molly stopped and gazed at the wondrous and enormous sight. Everything in each of the stalls was different and unique from the stall next to it.
Molly was awestruck as she passed stall after stall after stall. Suddenly she noticed a strange old man at one of the stalls. There was a sign hanging over the stall reading "Antiques". The mysterious man was wearing a dark cloak as he counted the money in his lock box. Molly was hesitant at first, but she slowly approached the stall.
As Molly approached him, he slowly began to look up. Looking into her eyes, he removed his hood and smiled. "Can I help you, Miss?" the man politely asked.
"Oh... I was just looking," Molly replied awkwardly.
"That's quite alright. If I didn't want anyone to look, I wouldn't put it on display, would I?"
She giggles, "I guess that's true." She thought the old man was actually cute, but not in a romantic way, but more of a sweet old man way that reminds you of your grandfather. Upon closer inspection, she could see that the man wasn't wearing a cloak, but instead was covered in a poncho for the rain. With her becoming more comfortable, she began to browse among the items lying on the counter in front of her. "What's this?" she asked, pointing to small blue figure.
"Hmmm... I'm not quite sure..." the man puzzled. "Forgive me, I have collected and discovered many mysterious items, and I sometimes forget where some things come from, or what they are entirely."
"Really?" she questioned, curious to find out more.
"I have traveled all over to find interesting items for my store, but I swear some items make wishes come true. I sold an old model airplane to a man once; years later his son comes to my store to thank me. His father had given him the thing for his 10th birthday, and that inspired him to become a pilot, and a rather successful one at that. A girl bought a necklace and returned to say she was now engaged. She's still married to him, and they have 2 beautiful children with a 3rd on the way. I have thousands of stories to tell about people finding happiness as if I had some sort of magic touch, but to go as far and say it IS magic... well, that's up for you to discover for yourself."
"Woah..." Molly said in awe, "I bet your life must be like magic as well!"
"I wouldn't say my life is magical, but it doesn't bother me. I enjoy hearing the stories of people finding success from my shop. That is where the magic truly is." He smiled, seeing Molly was enjoying hearing his tale with such child-like wonder. "You can have that little blue figure that you had your eyes on. Something tells me that you might find some sort of magic from it and have a story to tell."
"That's so sweet of you," she replied, accepting his offer. "I promise that as soon as the magic happens I'll come right back here to tell you about it!"
"That is very kind of you, but my time to share my story is growing shorter. I am old, and there's nothing here that can change that. Soon my stall will be passed down to my great-nephew, and then he will hear all the wonderful stories that strangers will share."
"Thank you, so much sir... I hope you'll hear many more stories," Molly ended not knowing what else to say.
"Goodbye, and hopefully this will help you with your worries!" He said as Molly walked away from his stall.
Molly decided it was time to head home. For her first day in Seattle, this place wasn't all that bad. She had completely forgotten about her loneliness, that is until she returned to her empty apartment. She stared at the figure she had just brought home, playing with it in her hands. She sighed and set it down on the kitchen counter. She picked up the letter she had previously opened and began reading it in full detail. The sudden weight of adult responsibility fell on her once again. She felt worse than when she first arrived.
With that, she continued to read the letter... unaware of the magic story the old man was talking about.
Welp, that's chapter 1 all done and dusted. Chapter 2 will come out when inspiration hits me again.
-Looks aren't everything, unless you look like me.