Today’s excerpt is again from my novel-in-progress, A Handful of Wishes, about a kid, Zeke, who has a wish-granting genie, Paribanu. In this scene, eight-year-old Zeke is being chased by a gang of bullies. He darts into a second-hand shop, and the shopkeeper invites him to stay.
Zeke followed the man past the suit of armor and into the back room that was just as cluttered as the rest of the shop. Books were piled almost to the ceiling, and several workbenches were covered in tools and various odds and ends. Against one wall leaned dozens of paintings, watercolors of distant lands and garish carnivals, scenes of animals with eyes so lifelike they seemed to watch the viewer, and portraits of disappointingly ordinary people.
Zeke looked around in amazement. “What is this place?”
“Please forgive my poor manners,” said the shopkeeper. “My name is Cornelius Zwyklychski, and I am a repairer of dreams.” He bowed, sweeping his arm out in a small flourish.
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