The Necklace

Her grandmother had given it to her.  The necklace.  Given it to her and told her it had magic sealed within it.  It could do almost anything she wanted it to.  Well, she'd wanted it to make him love her, and now she regretted it.  He wasn't in love.  He was obsessed.

Robbie was outside in the front yard, crooning love songs toward her second story window, completely oblivious to the spectacle he was making of himself.  Michelle looked down at him, wishing she could take it all back.  Her grandmother was gone now, she'd passed away days after giving Michelle the necklace.  She knew of no one she could ask for help.

"Robbie, please, go home!" Michelle shouted.

He stopped singing and looked up at her.  "I can't go, my love, not until you love me too."

But she did love him.  That was why she'd cast the spell to make him love her back.  When he wasn't enchanted, he didn't even know she existed.  Or he did and just ignored her.

"Robbie, you're making a scene!" she said angrily.

She was surprised he hadn't just tried to break into the house.  Her roommate was gone for the weekend, she was all alone in this big brick house.  She'd barricaded herself in the bathroom, hoping he wouldn't know where she was, assume she wasn't home because there were no lights on in the house.  The bathroom window was small and set high into the wall.  She'd hoped he wouldn't see the lights on if she used several flashlights instead of the overhead lights.

Neighbours were gathering on the sidewalk, watching Robbie make a fool of himself, and Michelle in the process.  What do I do? she asked herself.

"I can help," said a voice behind her.

She whirled around and found a stranger sitting on the edge of the bathtub.  She nearly fell off the toilet, where she'd been standing to look out the window.

"Who are you?" she demanded.  "How did you get in here?"

The man rose and held out a business card.  "Max Finch," he replied.  "Magician extraordinaire."

"No offence, but I don't exactly have time to discuss hiring you to perform at my birthday party," said Michelle.

"Perhaps magician is the wrong word," he said.  "Maybe sorcerer would be better?"

"Sorcerer?" Michelle repeated, sceptical.

"Yes," he said.  "I have been searching for the necklace for a long time.  Hand it over and I will fix your problem with the man singing terribly outside your window."

The End

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