A little girl whose
family has been split up by divorce is led by a ghost to some e with the power
to warp the personal realities of those who roll them. Using them to make
herself a teenager, and her teenage sister a little girl, she starts a chase to
bring her home and set things right. Then, as her mom begins to understand the
dice's potential, she comes up with a plan to get back at the trophy wife who
stole her husband. But, when she learns the dice's true origins, which are
linked to tragedy and death, the mom questions what to do next.
Excerpt:
Lindsay looked at her
kid sister. “So, whatcha wanna do?”
“I wanna be big like
you. I wish I was big like you.”
Lindsay chuckled. “You
will be eventually. You heard Mom. So, what do you want to play?”
“I want to play Magic
Dice. It won’t take long. You can’t play too long.”
“Okay.” Lindsay looked
around. “Where do we play?” “Here on the floor.” Mia plopped into a sitting
position on the hardwood floor. “You sit with me.”
“Okay.” Lindsay sat.
“I’ve never heard of this game. How do you play?”
“We each take a dice.”
“A die,” Lindsay
corrected. “One is a die, two are dice.”
“Oh.” The correction
didn’t seem to bother Mia. “So, we each get a die. I get the big one so I get
bigger. You get the small one so you get smaller.”
Lindsay smiled at her
sister’s make-believe game. “But I don’t want to be smaller.”
“You have to roll both
dice for the magic to work.” Mia’s green eyes were imploring.
Lindsay shrugged. “Give
me my die.” She looked at both dice, tucking a strand of brown hair behind her
ear. Her die was noticeably smaller than Mia’s. The dice looked handmade, and
very old. “Where did you get these?”
“I found them digging in
my garden.” Mia’s wavy blonde hair bounced around her head.
“They look it. Now
what?”
“Now we just roll the
dice,” Mia said.
Lindsay nodded. “Let’s
roll.”
The two girls each
rolled a one. “Snake eyes,” Lindsay clapped.
Mia shook her head. “We
need to roll again. That’s not enough.”
Lindsay still didn’t
understand this game, but went along. This time, Lindsay rolled a three and Mia
a six.
Mia looked up at
Lindsay. “That’s better. We can go again. Do you want to?”
“Why not?” They rolled
again. This time, Lindsay rolled a two and Mia a one.
Lindsay tilted her head.
“One more time?”
“Really?” Mia seemed
genuinely surprised. “You’d let me be that big?”
“Sure.” Lindsay nodded.
“Let’s roll.”
Mia rolled a three. Then
Lindsay tossed a four.
Lindsay bounced once as
she sat. “Wanna go again?”
Mia shook her head. “We
can’t. You might get too little.” The little girl got up and kissed her big
sister on the cheek. “Thanks, little sis.”
Lindsay smiled. “You’re
welcome, big sis.”
Mia grabbed the dice and
bounced out of the room.
Lindsay chuckled, then
yawned. That hadn’t been too bad. Lindsay found herself getting very sleepy.
A few minutes later,
Jennifer called up the stairs, saying dinner was ready. Lindsay put on her
flip-flops. She staggered downstairs, eating very little while Mia scarfed down
thirds.
As she went back
upstairs, Lindsay’s flip-flops slipped off as she reached the top step. They
seemed too big, and her form-fitting jeans seemed loose. So sleepy she couldn’t
think straight, Lindsay collapsed onto bed, barely getting the covers over her
before she passed out.
Early Saturday morning,
Lindsay heard someone at her closet. She looked over groggily. “Hmm?”
“It’s just me. I’m just
borrowing some clothes.”
The figure Lindsay saw
through her sleep was tall and slim. She held up a t-shirt and some jeans.
“Hmm.” The figure
glanced at her feet. “A little small, but it’ll have to do. And my feet are so
big. I’ll have to make the flip-flops work ‘til I can figure out a
replacement.”
The figure leaned down
and kissed a sleepy Lindsay’s right cheek. “I love you, little sis. Thanks.”
Through the haze of her
sleepiness, Lindsay knew the kiss. “Luv you, Mia.” She went back to sleep.
About the Author:
Mac Rome is a lifelong
resident of the Great Lakes region of the United States. He’s experienced life
in the Appalachian foothills, along the Ohio river and in the flatlands of the
former Great Black Swamp, and in large cities, small towns and rural areas.
He’s a student of ancient lore and mythology and a lover of cultural
exploration, history and dialects. He writes fantasy, science fiction and
romance.
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