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Debbie grew up in the UK in the East London suburb of Barking. She has lived in Israel, New York and North Carolina and somehow ended up in St. Louis, where she works as a writer and freelance puzzle constructor of word puzzles and logic problems. She lives with her husband, two children and a very opinionated feline. She believes that with enough tea and dark chocolate you can achieve anything!
Chapter from COTULA (P.A.W.S. 5)
By Debbie Manber Kupfer
Coming Soon in 2019
The fairy was green and furious. It was the first time Jenny had ever drawn a fairy with so much malevolence. She shivered. Her fairies normally were a source of comfort. Old friends through the generations. Not this one. This one looked like it was going to fly out of the paper and steal her soul.
“Very nice, Jennifer,” said her instructor, gazing over her shoulder.
“Thank you,” mumbled Jenny staring at the fairy. No, it wasn’t nice. She, corrected Jenny, not it. The fairy was definitely a she. She placed the sketch pad with the picture in her bag. She would work on it more this evening.
She walked out of the school and made her way to the park. She didn’t want to be late. She had a date with Jamie.
* * *
Jamie waited on the bench. Their bench was how he thought about it now. Since they’d be ‘dating’, they hadn’t really gone anywhere. Just met a couple of times a week on the bench and talked. Jenny would show him her latest sketches. He would gaze at them in awe. Jenny didn’t fully understand Jamie’s awe. She thought the fairies came from her imagination. Jamie knew better.
He had taken to spending time in the library at P.A.W.S. looking through a huge tome of fairies that the librarian, Maybelline Ainsworth, had provided him with. Maybelline had assured him that all the fairies in the book existed somewhere in this world if you knew where to look. There had yet to be a fairy that Jenny had drawn that Jamie had not found in the book. Jamie would carefully copy down the stories underneath the pictures and bring them to Jenny.
* * *
Jenny was delighted with the stories. They reminded her so much of the childhood stories that her friend, Miri, had written to go with her pictures when they played ‘Fairies’ on the steps of their apartment building in the Lower East Side.
As she hurried through the park, she smiled when she saw Jamie waiting for her on the bench. He rose as he saw her and took her hand and they sat down together.
“Do you have a new fairy for me?” asked Jamie.
“I do,” said Jenny, and she took out her sketch pad and removed her drawing. The green fairy glared at her as she handed the picture to Jamie. For just a second Jamie flinched when he saw the fairy.
“That one’s certainly different,” he said.
“Do you have a story for her?” asked Jenny, a playful look in her eyes.
“Not yet,” answered Jamie. “I will have to think on it. But I do have one for the red fairy you shared last week.”
“Oh tell me please,” said Jenny.
“Are you sure?” teased Jamie.
“Of course.” Jenny nodded.
“Well,” began Jamie. “The red fairy’s name is Esmeralda Grunch, and she lives far away from here in the Garden of the Flower Fairies. Each flower fairy has its own flower.”
“What kind of flower does Esmeralda have?” asked Jenny.
“Hers is the most beautiful flower in the Garden. A noble red tulip.”
“Like that one, over there?” said Jenny, pointing.
In the early spring Central Park was full of flowers. It was Jenny’s favorite time to come here. Sure enough there was a small patch of tulips not far from where they sat, and in its midst was a bright red bloom. As Jamie continued telling his story, Jenny took a fresh sheet from her sketch pad and a red colored pencil and drew the tulip.
* * *
As Jamie finished his tale Jenny put the last touches on her picture. “The Garden of the Flower Fairies seems beautiful,” she said. “Is it truly in our world?”
“If you know how to find it,” answered Jamie. Jamie thought about what he had read in the book. He hadn’t told Jenny the whole story. Esmeralda and the Flower Fairies had been featured in a section of the book called “The Fairies of Umbrae”. There had been a small footnote to this section that had drawn Jamie, but also made him a little sad. “Umbrae or the Maze of Shadows as it is sometimes called is reachable by cats and most magic makers with exception of the werewolves. It was created as a sanctuary for felines and others—a place of refuge from the evils of the lycopaths.”
Evil—that had stung Jamie. Why was it assumed that all werewolves were evil? Yes, the folks at P.A.W.S. had accepted him into their Institute, but he was the only wolf present and he was often regarded with distrust. Only the canine animagus, Chester, really accepted him as a friend. The others, including his teachers and the other students, while not openly hostile, clearly didn’t trust him.
That was one of the reasons he loved these times he spent with Jenny. She trusted him and didn’t label him for what he was. Then again, he inwardly sighed, she didn’t know what he was. He wondered what she would think if she knew. Would she still care to be with him if she knew he was a werewolf?
Jenny looked up from her drawing and then at her watch.
“Oh crap, I gotta go, or I’ll miss my train”
“Wait,” said Jamie, reaching for Jenny. He gave her a small kiss on the lips and watched as she darted off to the subway station.
He sat on the bench for a while. He was in no hurry to get back to P.A.W.S. He stared at the picture of the green fairy that Jenny had left him. He didn’t like this one. He didn’t know why. It was just a picture after all. But every picture Jenny had given him so far had turned out to be a real fairy, and he was sure that this one was no different.
Jamie looked up and smiled as two paws tapped him on the knees and a large brown dog drooled at him and barked a greeting.
“Oh, hi Chester,” he said. The dog wagged his tail. “I guess this means I’m supposed to be back at P.A.W.S.” Jamie looked around making sure there was no one looking and then quickly changed into his wolf form and ran off after Chester towards the oak tree that was the entrance to the P.A.W.S. Institute of New York.
And don’t forget to enter the contest for a chance to win a ton of books by me, Kristy Centeno, and more! To enter, you need to know that my favorite number is 1023. Add up all the favorite numbers of the authors on the purple team and you’ll have all the secret code to enter for the grand prize!