Monday Microburst: A Pocket full of Magic
Welcome to Monday Microbursts
Every week, I’ll share a tiny tale from Plymbury—the coastal New England town where all my stories live. These moments are short enough to read over morning coffee or tea, yet just long enough to leave a trace of magic in your day. I hope they become a small ritual you look forward to each Monday.
A Pocket Full of Magic
The tide had gone out hours ago, but the sand still shimmered with its memory.
Sofia knew about memories—the kind you leave behind when you’re ready to begin anew.
She’d come to Plymbury in search of something more meaningful. Something magical.
Bits of sea glass dotted the shore like tiny wishes-in-waiting, each one catching the low light. She bent to pick up a white, star-shaped fragment near her bare foot, its edges worn smooth from years of turning in the sea. It was no coincidence that it fit neatly in her palm—and warmed something inside her she hadn’t known was cold.
A wave curled in the distance. The gulls cried overhead. The wind pressed at her back, nudging her forward. She drew in a breath. This was the answer she’d been hoping for: a sign that Plymbury could be home.
She slipped the glass into her pocket and whispered a thank-you to the tide. In this quiet town, she could start again—with her own kind of magic.
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