Luke walked along with Marla to her shop across the street. He chained his bike to a light pole on the sidewalk and stood outside the door. Large potted plants full of fall colors lined the store front. A chalkboard fastened with concrete screws to the brick and mortar wall listed various classes, each in different colored chalk: Meditation, Native Drumming, Psychic and Spiritual Development. A hand carved wooden sign with fancy letters hung above the entrance. Luke read the words as he passed underneath: As Above, So Below.
“I don’t normally do this. I don’t believe in any of it.” Luke said as he followed Marla inside, scanning the dimly lit room. There were no windows in the shop other than the one at the store front. Baskets of colorful stones lined the shelves and tables. Many antique
