The Antiquarian

The Antiquarian January 20, 2022

Welcome Home, Country Girl

As we crossed from one street to another, a wave of sensations hit me at a million miles an hour. Feelings and emotions screamed in my head. Memories and heartbreaks filled my soul. Everything I’d ever seen and felt and thought crammed into my brain all at once. It was almost too much to handle.

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The Antiquarian December 28, 2021

Crossing Barriers

At first, Darrell’s words sounded like gibberish. He made it sound as though the city were a living, breathing entity. But then a word jumped out at me. “What barrier?” I asked, rubbing the bridge of my nose.

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The Antiquarian November 19, 2021

Branches in a Tree

A chill ran down my spine. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t make a sound. My hand gripped the receiver, turning my knuckles white, and I began to shake uncontrollably. There was something strangely familiar about that voice.

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The Antiquarian October 7, 2021

Embracing the Crazy

“Miss Cherish, it’s in your blood. You come from a long line of sensitives. It’s why your Grandma Joan kept so many things in her shop. It’s why she had a collection of items that she just couldn’t let go of. And it’s why your grandmother ended up with that little statuette.”

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The Antiquarian September 6, 2021

Behind the Locked Door

Finally, I was able to pull my hand from the pillow. My heart was racing, and sweat beaded on my forehead. I tried to control my panic, but was still having trouble breathing. As I worked to control myself, a strange vision came over me. An image of my mother’s eyes, not the eyes of the woman who’d raised me, but the eyes of a woman enraged.

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The Antiquarian August 18, 2021

Au Revoir, Ma Cherie

“It’s okay, baby. Don’t cry. Follow your dreams wherever they may take you. I’ll always be by your side. Au revoir, ma chérie.” Her hand left my cheek, and the two walked off into the darkness together.

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The Antiquarian August 3, 2021

Dancing With Death

I slammed my drink back and set the glass in front of Blake before walking past him. Never taking my eyes off the statuette, I grabbed the bottle of bourbon off the bar. I took a healthy swig, wiping my mouth with the back of my opposite hand, still fixated on the dancing couple.

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The Antiquarian July 19, 2021

Meeting the Family

As Blake unlocked the inside doors, something began to stir in my soul. I felt a heaviness in the air. I felt sadness, pain, and heartache. My hands began to shake as the urge to cry fought with the urge to scream. I stopped just short of the threshold, fearing what I felt beyond.

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The Antiquarian July 8, 2021

Home Away From Home

I began to panic when I realized that I couldn’t read the guy across from me. I couldn’t sense the emotions of those around me. I couldn’t read the aura of the attendant at the front of the plane. What the hell was going on? You don’t realize all the things you can do until you can’t do them.

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The Antiquarian June 23, 2021

A Call From the Unknown

“Whoa there, cowboy,” I said, cutting him off before he could finish his thought. “This is a business deal only. I don’t need to be wined and dined, and I’m sure as hell not coming to New Orleans looking for love.

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