Return To Spender
MG – Magical Realism
When his grandfather dies, eleven-year-old William Jeffrey discovers he shares two things with his ancestors; an elusive leap year birthday that comes only once every four years, and money that’s been enchanted by Irish fairy magic which returns every time he spends it.
On its way back to William, the envelope carrying his magical twenty-dollar bill travels to the hereafter, enabling him to correspond with his dead relatives. While forced to live within the confines of their four rules, the choices William makes when dealing with Emma, his former best friend, and Bogan, his fairy guide, catapults him on a path that break the most sacred rule: You must never reveal anything, absolutely anything, about the gift to anyone. The punishment is swift, but when things escalate between the trio, William must learn to stand up for himself and embrace the limitations or risk losing the bill and his connection to his ancestors. Even worse, he could destroy the family’s inheritance forever.
First 250 words:
William stared at the small white envelope in his hand one last time. While his grandfather had addressed it to Master William Jeffrey, Mason, MI, USA, it had no return address or stamp. But it did have something else—two phrases printed in black ink on the bottom left corner. The smaller of the two required a magnifying glass. By decree of King Seamus. Even after spending hours on the internet, William still had no idea who this was.
The other phrase written directly above the declaration, and bookended by green four-leaf-clovers, were what mattered. Return To Spender. The words were suppose to act like a boomerang and bring the envelope back every single time William mailed it. If they didn’t, then the magic behind them would prove to be another one Grandpa Woodman’s elaborate practical jokes. But if they did, William had a problem.
Man, if she recognized her father’s handwriting William was screwed. How would he ever explain receiving a letter from somebody who’d been dead for almost three weeks?
A horn honked behind William. The parking lot at the mall tended to be crowded during the weekends, but more so after the sun’s rays had beckoned everyone from their homes so early in March. This included William and his two friends.
“Hey, what’s taking so long?” Emma ask, jabbing him in the back. Normally she’d get away with it, since she’d been his best friend for, like, forever. But today, William had to bite his tongue.