1 Practical Magic: Hello
By: Mary
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to these characters, I'm only borrowing them for a story.
Bridget Owens, or Jet as her sister and nieces liked to call her, enjoyed her early walks through town. She loved to watch the changing of the seasons as the months went by, hearing the children laughing. She never realized that it was her that was the cause of their laughing, she wasn't aware of their childish rhymes of 'Witch, Witch, you're a Witch," she just smiled, waved and went on her way. Bridget wasn't like her sister or her nieces; she didn't take notice of the way the town shunned them. She wasn't aware of the taunting that constantly plagued the family. The one thing that she did notice, that always saddened her, that whenever she'd say "Hi" or "Hello" to someone as she passed, they simply ignored her or they would rush past. Her sister and nieces tried and tried to convince her to just give up, but Bridgett believed that someday someone would return the salutation.
She made her daily rounds, first stopping at the local grocery store to get some herbs that Frances had asked her to pick up. As she walked to the isle with the herbs and spices she continued to greet the people she passed, and they continued to hurry away or ignore her. Like always she kept smiling and went on her way. The sun was just coming up over the distant mountains and Bridgett decided to sit on the corner bench and watch. Out of all of the spells and potions that she knew so well, she always felt that nothing was more magical than a sunrise. It was her favorite thing in the world, the sun rising was a sign of a new day, a time to start over again.
"Hi!" she greeted a group of women out on their morning run. They looked at her and jogged faster.
Bridgett sighed, smiled and looked again at the sun rising. As the sun rose over the mountain the town began to come to life. The paperboy yawned as he made his rounds, throwing the rolled up papers into yards and going on his way, sure to avoid Bridgett on the corner. Adults got in their cars and headed towards their jobs, children played on their way to school, some of them laughing at Bridgett as they passed.
"Good morning!" She greeted them as they walked by.
A little girl of six or seven screamed and ran home to her mother, the others just walked by, ignoring her. Bridget's smile faded and she got up from her seat. She walked back towards the house, watching her feet as she made her way home. Maybe Francis was right; she should just give up. She didn't pay attention as she stepped off the curb into the street. A car horn awakened her from her thoughts and before the car hit her something pulled her back onto the curb.
"Are you all right?" the stranger asked.
She shook from the shock "yes…yes, thank you" she smiled.
"My pleasure" the man smiled.
Bridgett wasn't sure what to say; it was the first time that a stranger in town had actually spoken to her. Embarrassed about what had just happened, she said the only thing that could come to mind "Hello."
"Hello" he said. He made sure that she was okay and went on his way leaving her.
Bridgett was overjoyed, someone had finally noticed her. It had taken many years but someone finally returned the 'Hello' that she had waited so long to hear.
1.1 The End
By: Mary
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to these characters, I'm only borrowing them for a story.
Bridget Owens, or Jet as her sister and nieces liked to call her, enjoyed her early walks through town. She loved to watch the changing of the seasons as the months went by, hearing the children laughing. She never realized that it was her that was the cause of their laughing, she wasn't aware of their childish rhymes of 'Witch, Witch, you're a Witch," she just smiled, waved and went on her way. Bridget wasn't like her sister or her nieces; she didn't take notice of the way the town shunned them. She wasn't aware of the taunting that constantly plagued the family. The one thing that she did notice, that always saddened her, that whenever she'd say "Hi" or "Hello" to someone as she passed, they simply ignored her or they would rush past. Her sister and nieces tried and tried to convince her to just give up, but Bridgett believed that someday someone would return the salutation.
She made her daily rounds, first stopping at the local grocery store to get some herbs that Frances had asked her to pick up. As she walked to the isle with the herbs and spices she continued to greet the people she passed, and they continued to hurry away or ignore her. Like always she kept smiling and went on her way. The sun was just coming up over the distant mountains and Bridgett decided to sit on the corner bench and watch. Out of all of the spells and potions that she knew so well, she always felt that nothing was more magical than a sunrise. It was her favorite thing in the world, the sun rising was a sign of a new day, a time to start over again.
"Hi!" she greeted a group of women out on their morning run. They looked at her and jogged faster.
Bridgett sighed, smiled and looked again at the sun rising. As the sun rose over the mountain the town began to come to life. The paperboy yawned as he made his rounds, throwing the rolled up papers into yards and going on his way, sure to avoid Bridgett on the corner. Adults got in their cars and headed towards their jobs, children played on their way to school, some of them laughing at Bridgett as they passed.
"Good morning!" She greeted them as they walked by.
A little girl of six or seven screamed and ran home to her mother, the others just walked by, ignoring her. Bridget's smile faded and she got up from her seat. She walked back towards the house, watching her feet as she made her way home. Maybe Francis was right; she should just give up. She didn't pay attention as she stepped off the curb into the street. A car horn awakened her from her thoughts and before the car hit her something pulled her back onto the curb.
"Are you all right?" the stranger asked.
She shook from the shock "yes…yes, thank you" she smiled.
"My pleasure" the man smiled.
Bridgett wasn't sure what to say; it was the first time that a stranger in town had actually spoken to her. Embarrassed about what had just happened, she said the only thing that could come to mind "Hello."
"Hello" he said. He made sure that she was okay and went on his way leaving her.
Bridgett was overjoyed, someone had finally noticed her. It had taken many years but someone finally returned the 'Hello' that she had waited so long to hear.
1.1 The End