:?list available shops, sort by proximity, with directions relative to the Book Gate:
:.danforth Road Photography (0.26 miles, 11.5°)
:,[something that sounds like a mini-mall] (0.84 miles, 85.5°)
:,bonar Balfour: Haberdasher & Milliner (2.67 miles, 127.3°):
:?haberdasher: I’m trying to imagine a shop that sells clothing, woman’s hats, and photography supplies. As well as decide if I want to go that far out of my way.
:.public inventory includes stock films and custom cutting services:
:?stocking man’s hats:, I could really use a new hat.
:.map it; call in the quickest order to fill; shut-down:
I stop listening before the camera acknowledges my requests. I need to think.
Word count: 113
Read here first. Here second.
Grandma followed a different magic than my sister. Grandma’s enchantments harnessed a deeper power, but they were fickle and often [unspecific]. Jennetta may stalk the hereditary manse[?] presiding over friend and foe alike while Nonni putters in the Old-old GreenhouseConservatory, but give me the least of Nonni’s spells over the worst of Netti’s and I’ll be happy. I left the leaves in their packet and returned to the lane under my own direction.
:?the camera requires film:, I ask the camera.
:.the camera requires film:
Word count: 89
Read this first if you haven’t already.
“He will not be easily found that one. Speak his name to these and they will aid you.”
Grandma’s words felt like a memory or a dream compared to the unexpected firmness of her grip. She gave me other instructions I think—maybe something about employing them before they became brittle and maybe something about speaking to the redder ones first. I know for certain, because I can still feel the matte texture of her dry tin fingers, I no longer underestimate her power.
I packed the leaves into an empty film packet from my vest. Grandma picked up my camera bag and offered it to me with the flap folded back. I placed the packet into an unoccupied slot and buttoned the flap down and told the camera not to peek into the packet.
“Thank you, Nonni. I’ll remember you to him when we meet.”
“It’s no bother. I won’t forget like I used to when I was a kid.”
“Don’t. I don’t want your brother to think on me at all.”
She may have sat down at the bench. She may have walked into the woods. She may have vanished in a puff. I got on my way and she on hers and I never told my brother.
Word count: 215