What the hell was that? The warm electric waves running up my arm to my brain are such an unfamiliar feeling that my first instinct is to drop the stone immediately, resulting in a kind of single-handed juggling act as I replace it on the shelf. It’s a smoky crystal that I had absentmindedly palmed while trying on the jewelry that surrounding it. Was it just a trick of the brain or was all that crystal nonsense that one hears about true? My first exposure made me not want a second… but it is also shiny and pretty, so that my other senses created a need to possess it.
It isn’t as beautiful as all the things around in in this strange dark shop. The room is run by a jewelry collective who had added a myriad of bazaar and occult items to their shop. Between the silverworks marked with pentagrams, there are taxidermied rodents frozen in their final fright. There are white statuettes of a bygone era, with there faces replaced by the exotic animals one would imagine mounted on the wall of their parlor. Twisted gothic chess pieces, rings that turn human fingers into savage claws and silverware merged with octopi tales—whatever the darkest places in your imagination could envision, it might manifest here.
I picked the stone up and felt the cool weight of it in my palm once more, waiting to see if I had simply let my imagination run away with me. A slow warmth began to build again until my whole arm tingled with the sensation. I turn it over to examine the sticker tacked to the bottom and bring it to the willowy black-clad blonde with dark eyes at the counter.
“I’m taking it,” I say.
“You sure are” she replies.