JUST A GIRL

JUST A GIRL

Tony lived in England. He was a thirty nine year old witch who had practised magic since 1995 when he met his ex wife, Narissa. Now years later, he was well versed in various magical teachings and had just carried out his most dangerous, imaginative and far reaching spell with a symbolic ritual, which he was capable of. It was over now. Tony felt exhausted both mentally and physically. All he had to do was wait for the results to come back, good or bad.

Tony removed his magical robe, an item of clothing decorated with flying birds like swallows, gulls, kingfishers and more. He threw it down upon his old tatty sofa and collapsed. The old sofa groaned and protested under his fifteen stone bulk, Looks like I’ll have to get a new sofa, he lazily pondered. Losing weight wasn’t one of Tony’s priorities; finding Amelia Earhart was.

Slowly closing his lazy green eyes, a dreamy feeling of weightlessness overcame him and he drifted into sleep, into a world away from his small one bedroom flat and comfy but knackered sofa. Time stopped for Nigel and he was back in his childhood.

Overhead he saw a twin engine silver aeroplane doing stunts in the sky at an airshow. He had to shield his gaze when the sun caught its shiny metal wings. The plane looped, rolled, stalled, turned and arced about the blue like a kid’s toy; it was almost impossible for an old antique twin engine plane to do this. A voice over the tannoy announced the make, top speed and history of it, half of the information being lost by the snarl of aero engines when the plane came close to the crowd line and pulled up steeply. One name was mentioned by the announcer – Amelia Earhart. And how she owned a similar aeroplane and vanished fifty plus years ago.

A chill ran up young Tony’s spine. Who was that again? Emily Hart? How could someone vanish in such a speedy plane and weren’t women banned from flying them? His thought’s were interrupted when the twin engine plane did a last turned and flew off, finishing his display. Tony looked towards his father and said he wanted an ice cream. All thoughts of a silver antique plane and a woman named Amelia were gone, for now.

It was early morning when Tony awoke; dawn was coming through his grimy windows. He squinted, rubbing his tired eyes and glanced at the new day. His neck ached from the small cramped two seat sofa. He knew from past lazy experiences he’d have a stiff neck all day now due to falling asleep here, this was something he never learnt. Do I go back to bed for four more hours and attempt to get more sleep or do I get up? he wondered sleepily.

He got up and risked being tired, a new day was here and he wanted to enjoy it. Being aware it could be his last day on earth, Tony wanted to enjoy each hour his Pagan Goddess gave him. If his spell back fired...