Chapter 47 Treasures From Sea

• There is also this sudden calmness he gets whenever he is around these wonderful women. Michael would say… “You’ve got the Grans complex!” A part of him always calms whenever he is around the older woman, and that part of him often believes in the fairy tales she often fed his mind. He didn't mind and never judged her. Rather he listened attentively and enjoyed the stories mostly because they often left these senses within him with a feeling he hasn’t been able to explain until now. He could have sworn on one of their visits to the ocean he had seen a mermaid but that could only be his imagination, having fed his consciousness with tales for so many years his mind is bound to create these scenes every once in a while.
• Pulling those dusty old bags he waved dust off his view and coughed a few times but once all four bags were out in the open his grandmother slowly sat up in bed and helped him untie the bags which were sealed by some form of magic. It was mesmerizing to behold, the first fairy specks of dust he ever saw and the after flowery scent they left in their wake, it was so soothing. His mouth gaped the longer he stared without blinking. Carefully she pulled out a heavy white stone, it sparkled and made his eyes hurt. When he tried to touch it… it burned his hands but just a few seconds later the burnt palm healed itself like nothing had happened.
• “Did you see that, grandma! You totally saw it too, didn't you?!” He cried in both fear and excitement as if he were a boy of six poking the hand into his grandmother's face and asking repeatedly if she saw it too. His childish gesture made the woman smile while nodding. “What is this stone?” He had asked before he could stop himself.