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Divided by Time [MultiFormat]
eBook by William Shunn
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eBook Category: Fantasy
eBook Description: Donny Chavez lives an unremarkable life in Salt Lake City, where he harbors an unrequited passion for a woman halfway around the world. A chance visit to a peculiar little store sends him off on an epic journey in search of his love--but journeys have a strange tendency of changing travelers in unexpected ways.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Realms of Fantasy, 2003
Fictionwise Release Date: March 2006
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [212 KB], eReader (PDB) [36 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [23 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [21 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [81 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [95 KB], hiebook (KML) [105 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [47 KB], iSilo (PDB) [19 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [24 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [51 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [34 KB]
Words: 6700
Reading time: 19-26 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
-1.Donny Chavez was walking south on Main Street in Salt Lake City, trying not to think of Grace, when he noticed the little store. Ye Olde Miscellany Shoppe, read the faded gold lettering stenciled on the glass. Standing on tiptoe, hands thrust deep in his jacket pockets, he could make out very little through the soot-grimed glass. But pressed by a nameless compulsion he seized the tarnished doorknob and slipped inside, leaving the sounds of afternoon traffic behind in the wide street. A scattering of wind-blown orange leaves dogged his heels.
The interior of the shop was warm with flickering lantern light. Donny could make out shelves crowded with cookie tins and old bottles, burnished copper pans and kettles, smiling straw dolls, decorative snuffboxes and brandy snifters, doilies and serviettes of yellowing lace, large pasteboard calendars, and oversized front-porch thermometers. Atop the solid wooden counter sat a brass call bell, a hand-cranked cash register, and a small sheaf of receipts impaled on a spindle. Behind it stood the shopkeeper, a short, stocky man wearing a burlap apron over a clean white shirt. A pad and pencil peeked out shyly from one of the apron's pockets. The man's hair was dark and neat, brilliantined, parted in the middle. His smile was wide and only the smallest bit predatory.
"Afternoon, lad," said the man, in an accent Donny couldn't identify. "And what can I help you with this fine day?"
"Er, just looking, I guess," said Donny. "You know, I never noticed this place before. It looks like it's been here forever, though."
The shopkeeper shook his head. "Don't change the subject, lad. Tell me about her."
Donny knitted his eyebrows. He had taken the afternoon off from work, complaining of stomach problems, but it wasn't until now that his belly truly started to hurt. "I'm sorry? What?"
"Your one true love. Tell me about her."
Donny's mouth opened and closed a time or two, and he felt he was fighting for air.
"She must be quite a girl to render you so speechless," said the shopkeeper. "Where is she? Let's start with that."
"I ... excuse me, but I think I made a mistake coming in." Donny turned to leave. Since Grace had left to study abroad, he'd done all he could to put her out of his mind.
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