The Magic You Bring
By Amanda Gale
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She's on her own in a new place, lonely for friendship and struggling to help her son. Then a stranger smiles…
Lacey Kirkland moved to the tiny isle of Dearham, Maine when her boyfriend left her and their autistic son Caleb. Now she's making a new life, caring for Caleb all alone, navigating their finances and needs, not to mention the roadblocks in his education. She's got no time to make mistakes, and she's certainly got no time to work on healing herself.
It's on a particularly fraught morning when she comes by a strange shop in the woods. As she peruses the brightly colored concoctions, tasting jams and sipping floral-scented chocolate, she feels lost and disconnected despite the charm and the shopkeeper's warm welcome. And though she's intrigued by rumors that the garden outside is magic, experience has taught her that magic doesn't really exist.
Then, upon leaving, a stranger wishes her good day. The kindness in his voice moves Lacey, and she returns the next day to thank him. Thus begin two months of weekly letter exchanges, in which Lacey and the stranger share support, encouragement, and friendship. As the weeks pass, their connection grows, forcing Lacey to wonder: Can opening one's heart actually heal it? Can gaining another's trust close her own wounds? Can friendship with another bring compassion for oneself? And can she create happiness for her son by accessing magic from within?
A novelette for readers of women's fiction and magical realism, The Magic You Bring is about resilience, self-forgiveness, and the magic hiding in the least expected places.
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The Magic You Bring - Amanda Gale
CHAPTER 1
It wasn’t even nine o’clock in the morning, and already that cold stone had planted itself deep inside Lacey’s stomach, the one she’d never been able to name, the one that cast a dark cloud over whatever remained of her day.
It was anger, and pain, and hopelessness—but mostly it was dread.
They’d had another rough drop off. For reasons she could not explain, Caleb had developed debilitating anxiety about being in the car. It didn’t help that they were new in town and that he was adjusting to a new school. Autistic and non-verbal, eight-year-old Caleb was unable to communicate what was bothering him, and it broke Lacey’s heart. She would have done anything, anything at all, to ease his pain. But she didn’t know who to turn to for guidance. His teachers had attempted to introduce a communication device, but it had seemed to heighten his anxiety further. They seemed nice enough, but at a loss; and despite what Lacey believed was their good intention, she’d become adept at sensing people’s frustration and judgment. And her suspicion that he was viewed as a trouble to them made her resentful. Didn’t her son have a right to an education? Shouldn’t he be accepted, like everybody else? Shouldn’t differences be celebrated? Shouldn’t all children be loved for who they are?
Whatever they were doing in school simply wasn’t working. She could tell he wasn’t happy. She’d been trying to secure the right services for him, but the process was slow, and she was cautious about who she trusted with her son. She had to find the right balance. And what she saw as her failure to provide what he needed ate fiercely inside her soul. Now that Ryan had left, Caleb’s wellbeing rested solely on her shoulders—not that Ryan had taken much responsibility before. She’d thought moving up here would represent a fresh start, but their problems had seemed to follow them from New Hampshire. Caleb needed her more than ever. He needed her to make good decisions, and she was beginning to doubt she could do it. What kind of mother couldn’t provide for her son? What kind of mother couldn’t help?
She’d let herself sit in the parking lot of the elementary school for a good ten minutes, indulging in a violent but cathartic sob; now she was barreling down the long, lonely rural Maine road, back toward home, wiping her eyes on her sleeve so as to better anticipate the many twists and curves. Most days since moving to this small isle three months ago she’d been able to appreciate its beauty, and it was indeed quite beautiful; it was lush with thick forests that at this time of year were snowy and sparkling, the tall trees like ballerinas with extended white gloved hands and laced tutus.
It was magical, really, if you had an eye for such a thing, which Lacey did; but there was nothing magical about this day—nothing, it seemed, except her resolve to get through it.
She slowed, sighing, as a construction worker appeared at a fork in the road, pointing to the left. The right, her usual path, was blocked by heavy machinery; looking more closely, Lacey saw that a particularly large tree—now looking considerably less magical—had fallen, limbs crushed like those of an injured dancer. It would likely be cut into firewood, now, burned to cinders to provide warmth for someone else.
You and me both, thought Lacey, casting the tree a quick salute before veering to the left.
She’d never taken the road to the left before, and she punched home
into her GPS. Her usual route hugged rich, rolling farmland, the crops rising proudly toward the open sky under the watchful eyes of the ancient mountains, which presented as cold purple shadows in the background. It was, admittedly, a gorgeous view, and more than once Lacey had pulled over to the side of the road in an indulgent moment of peaceful enjoyment. It was easy to do that here, to pull over, to indulge; it was a quiet, isolated place, and it was rare she passed even a single car on her commutes to and from Caleb’s school.
The route to the left, on the other hand, cut through the forest, and rather than golden sunshine she found herself encased in the cool green glow of woodland trees. The sun’s rays did not pour through her windshield here but rather danced as jaunty shadows as it filtered through the leaf-heavy branches above. Though the glimmering warmth of the right-hand route cheered her, the more somber beauty of the left-hand route better matched her mood. As she made her way through the woods, her