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The Candy Bar #2
Where Wishes Come True
I knew I had to leave before anyone saw me, so I
walked past the girls and back into the bar. In the corner
I saw Lydia at the piano with her boyfriend, Jed. He was
sitting next to her, gazing romantically at each other, and didn’t notice me.
Candy poured flutes of champagne, and Fran walked around with a silver platter filled with the delicious mini crab cakes she’d made. Brett sat at the bar chatting up one of the pretty cocktail waitresses.
And me?
I ducked behind some people and bee-lined it toward
the exit. The lights began to flicker, and the brick walls
were slick with sweat. I heard Candy laugh, and shout to
her customers that magic was in the air.
As I pushed through the door, I felt a tinkling pass
through me. It was so quick and fleeting that it might
have been nothing. I would describe the sensation like a
champagne fizz, a light airy sparkle, nothing more. I do
remember thinking how I’d like to be truly beautiful from
the inside out. Any other thought I may have had was
whisked away when I stepped outside.
Thunder rumbled in the black sky, then a flash
of lightning came bolting down toward me. I jumped and
shrieked. The sky lit up like the Fourth of July as
electricity sparked and flashed and danced, reminding me
of rock concerts, magic mushrooms, and light shows.
By the time I reached the car I was drenched and shaken. Running to the car, I’d half expected to get
zapped, but somehow I managed to get the door open and
slide inside. From my place of safety I watched the
lightning rip open the sky and thought how incredibly
beautiful it looked in all of its menacing, malevolent glory.
I’d never seen the night as eerie before, like something out of a Tim Burton movie, and my fingers itched to paint it.
With a final flash of lightning came the wish—to
view the world as I saw it tonight—vividly, with
passion and depth, so I could be the greatest painter ever.
walked past the girls and back into the bar. In the corner
I saw Lydia at the piano with her boyfriend, Jed. He was
sitting next to her, gazing romantically at each other, and didn’t notice me.
Candy poured flutes of champagne, and Fran walked around with a silver platter filled with the delicious mini crab cakes she’d made. Brett sat at the bar chatting up one of the pretty cocktail waitresses.
And me?
I ducked behind some people and bee-lined it toward
the exit. The lights began to flicker, and the brick walls
were slick with sweat. I heard Candy laugh, and shout to
her customers that magic was in the air.
As I pushed through the door, I felt a tinkling pass
through me. It was so quick and fleeting that it might
have been nothing. I would describe the sensation like a
champagne fizz, a light airy sparkle, nothing more. I do
remember thinking how I’d like to be truly beautiful from
the inside out. Any other thought I may have had was
whisked away when I stepped outside.
Thunder rumbled in the black sky, then a flash
of lightning came bolting down toward me. I jumped and
shrieked. The sky lit up like the Fourth of July as
electricity sparked and flashed and danced, reminding me
of rock concerts, magic mushrooms, and light shows.
By the time I reached the car I was drenched and shaken. Running to the car, I’d half expected to get
zapped, but somehow I managed to get the door open and
slide inside. From my place of safety I watched the
lightning rip open the sky and thought how incredibly
beautiful it looked in all of its menacing, malevolent glory.
I’d never seen the night as eerie before, like something out of a Tim Burton movie, and my fingers itched to paint it.
With a final flash of lightning came the wish—to
view the world as I saw it tonight—vividly, with
passion and depth, so I could be the greatest painter ever.
225 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 13, 2011
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About the author
Patrice Wilton
87 books149 followersPatrice Wilton knew from the age of twelve that she wanted to write books that would take the reader to faraway places. As a voracious reader, she gobbled up books, and her imagination soared. She was born in Vancouver, Canada, and had a great need to see the world that she had read about.
Patrice became a flight attendant for seventeen years and traveled the world. At the age of forty she sat down to write her first book—in longhand! Her interests include tennis, golf, and writing stories for women of all ages.
She is the proud mother of two, has three lovely grand-daughters, and a wonderful man at her side. They live in West Palm Beach, Florida, where he teaches her golf, and she teaches him patience.
Patrice became a flight attendant for seventeen years and traveled the world. At the age of forty she sat down to write her first book—in longhand! Her interests include tennis, golf, and writing stories for women of all ages.
She is the proud mother of two, has three lovely grand-daughters, and a wonderful man at her side. They live in West Palm Beach, Florida, where he teaches her golf, and she teaches him patience.
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September 8, 2013
I enjoyed book one of the series but not as much as this one, I loved the character of Susie, and who could resist a dishy fireman! Looking forward to book three
July 26, 2016
Terrible ending--was more than rushed. We barely get 2 pages of her trip to Italy, and that trip was all she talked about for 150 pages!!
The misunderstanding at the end wasn't corny at all, but could have been handled so much better! But Patrice Wilton went too fast over it--too bad because she has great talent and imagination.
The misunderstanding at the end wasn't corny at all, but could have been handled so much better! But Patrice Wilton went too fast over it--too bad because she has great talent and imagination.
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