Plymbury Micro Magic: Quiet Feet at Christmas
Design by Kendra Vaughan
Quiet Feet at Christmas
The Sea Glass Apothecary always smelled different the week of Christmas.
Tonight, it was a tangle of orange peel and clove, pine needles carried in on boots. The Wish Room door stood half open, the midnight-blue wall shimmering softly, its painted waves lapping gently, as if it were listening to the rest of the shop.
Business had slowed with the storm, snowflakes drifting sideways past the front windows, but one last customer came in just before closing—a woman with snow in her hair and gift bags biting into the crook of her arm. She didn’t ask about sea glass necklaces or stocking stuffers. Her gaze went straight to the Wish Room, and she half-smiled.
“I know it’s silly,” she said. “But I’d like a dog. One that’s meant for me.”
Ravenna didn’t question it. Wishes weren’t about scale; they were about fit.
She led the woman through the Wish Room door and pressed a white sea glass star into her palm.
Later, after the candles were blown out and the shop went dark, the star on the wall from the woman’s wish glowed a little brighter than the others—just for a breath—before settling back into the quiet shimmer of blue and white.
The next morning, as Ravenna unlocked the shop, she heard it before she saw it—the soft click of nails on the street, the faint jingle of a small bell on a dog’s collar. The woman from the night before stood in front of Ashley’s café, laughing as a young dog circled her boots, leash tangled around its neck.
Ravenna paused, key still in the lock, and smiled to herself.
Some wishes find their way home on four quiet feet.
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