Whitnye Bates

Leather Bound Wishes

The Weird Beginning I walked into the store. Something about the store was calling to me. I was on my way home from work and I was passing this store that I’ve driven by a million times. For some reason, I felt an overwhelming desire to stop and check it out. I looked around and the store had a very chill, but weird vibe. It was quiet and there were a few people scattered throughout. There were books and stones and incense on the walls. They had pendulums in cases and sage bundles on shelves. Candles and dried herbs and statues filling different rooms. I walked around quietly taking it all in. I walked over to the wall of stones. All these different crystals in so many colors. There were cards next to the crystal case that told about the properties of the crystal and ways to use it. In the corner of my eye, I see a little black leather-bound book. The book is sitting on an end table next to a large brown leather chair. It was like someone had been sitting there reading it. There were leather strings wrapped around the book to keep it closed. I looked around to see if someone had left their book but no one was anywhere near the book. The book looked old, almost like a worn bible. I walked over to the table and picked up the book. The pages were tan and looked worn but still in good condition. I opened the book and inside there were lined pages, but not a single word was present in the book. It was empty. I fanned through the pages trying to find the substance. Maybe this was a journal of some sort. Like an antique.