“Happy Birthday, Lunnah,” her uncle Raymond said, holding out his closed fist.
Lunnah stepped back, clutching at the frills on her flowery dress.
“It isn’t her birthday for another month, Ray,” Violet whispered to him, elbowing him.
“I could have sworn she had a June birthday,” her uncle whispered back, then turned back to Lunnah. “Well, consider this your early birthday present.”
“Please nothing scary, please nothing scary,” Lunnah thought to herself.
“Just show her what you got in that hand of yours, man. Can’t you see the girl’s scared of you?” Augustus sliced the tension with an even higher dose of it, followed by a progression of smoker coughs.
“I’m not afraid!” Lunnah declared, holding out her hands and closing her eyes.
Uncle Raymond slowly poured the contents from his fist onto Lunnah’s two tiny cupped palms.
“Pebbles?” Lunnah grinned, opening up her eyes. “Wait, no. They’re seeds!” She happy-hopped.
Augustus rolled his eyes. “That’s it?”
“August!” Violet said. “That’s a lovely gift idea, Ray.”
“Now, pick your favorite spot in the yard and plant them.” Raymond smiled. “Someplace where the sun will get to them.”
Lunnah was already running towards the back of the shed before he made that suggestion.
“Thank you, Raymond!” Lunnah yelled once she was behind it.
“Make sure to water them often!” Raymond responded.
“So, you couldn’t get her a doll or something, you know… normal? She’s a girl for Christ’s sake,” Augustus commented, lighting up a menthol cigarette.
Ray brushed past Augustus’ remark. “She won’t find magick in some doll. She’ll find it in the dirt.”