My second book is coming out soon. It is named: Kiss
the Old Toad and Believe: A Story Inspired by Real-Life Events.
I
want to share a small part of it and ask for your opinion. Do you think people
will like it?
Nia
turned around the corner of Bogatitsa and Gradina streets and saw the colorful
skirt of a girl walking toward her. The olive color of her skin and the long
curly hair cascading freely over her shoulders told Nia it was one of those
gypsy girls looking to make some money in that wealthy part of the city. The
scrawny gypsy was very young; almost a child, but when she opened her mouth Nia
felt a tsunami of horror wash over her.
“You are under a
spell, girl. Black magic was cast on you. Your husband will never be yours and
you will not be able to conceive.”
Nia stopped dead
and stared at the gypsy girl in disbelief.
“But I can reverse the magic spell,” the gypsy
went on.
“Don’t even bother.
I don’t have money,” Nia said. Feeling glued to the ground she stared hard at
the gypsy and hoped against hope that she could chase the girl away as if she
was a bad dream.
“If you want me to,
I can come to your house right now.” The gypsy faked concern. “You need help.
Let me help you, girl. My name is Ishe and I have the power to break any spell.”
“Okay, let’s go!” Nia
heard herself say. “But if my husband is at home, you are not coming in, okay?”
What am I doing? Am I crazy? Is this
really happening? Nia thought.
“Got’ya. I have
everything I need with me,” the gypsy said. “Here is a piece of black wax, and
we will break the spell, you’ll see.”
The two women
hurried inside the building. Nia looked around. She didn’t want the neighbors
to see her with the gypsy as they sneaked into the condo. As soon as they were
sure Ivo was not there, the gypsy began to bark out orders.
“I need a bowl with
some water and a candle.”
“Okay, okay,” Nia
stuttered. “I’ll find a candle. And a bowl of water, you said?” She stepped
into the kitchen.
“Do we need
matches?” Nia yelled from the kitchen.
“Yeah, get some
matches. Find something to melt the wax in, okay?”
“I am getting
everything ready. I’ll be right back!”
Nia heard drawers
being opened and closed. She knew she should not trust the gypsy who might be
stealing her things.
“Here’s all the
stuff. What do we do next?” Nia asked walking into the sitting room.
“We’ll melt the wax first to see if it is a
magic spell,” the gypsy said. Her skillful hands lit the candle and melted the
wax, and she began murmuring spells. She poured the wax into the water, and
right in front of Nia’s eyes the wax became a black serpent.
Nia froze. Her
heart skipped a few beats. She opened her mouth to take a breath but instead a
suppressed “O-o-o-h” trickled out.
“Yes, it is Black
Magic, girl. Do you see the snake? They want your life, woman. You are doomed!”
The gypsy went on whispering words of fear.
Nia’s head began to
spin. I have always known that there is
something bigger against me than human malice and hatred. I have always felt
cursed. It’s my grandma’s Curse…. The well-known symptoms of panic tightened her
throat and her body began to shake violently.
“I can break the
spell, girl, I can break the magic but…I don’t know. It will take a lot of money.
Much money has been paid to a witch to cast that magic spell and double the
money we will need to break it. How much do you have?”
“I don’t have
money,” Nia whispered. “I have only a little left till the end of the month.”
“Then, I will say
good-bye and leave. Lots of money has been given. Money asks for money. Give me
everything you have, or I’ll be out of here in no time.”
Nia felt tears
running down her cheeks. She wiped them with the back of her hand and looked
helplessly at the gypsy. Wrenching despair settled deep into her heart. I am doomed! There is nothing I can do….