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Atruro looked down at his wife, he smiled at her as she spoke.
" You are both very dramatic and very truthful as always" She smirked at him leaning up to kiss his cheek which he gratefully accepted. He held her hand as they got closer and closer to the adjoining stores that they owned. "How does he always beat us to the store?" Arturo shrugged, he had no idea how the driver had go there first perhaps this was the first delivery they made, it was certainly the largest shipment due to the upcoming festival, and it contained both Rosa's herbs and Arturo's books.


Arturo walked to the the double French doors of his store, opening them both the smell of paper and book glue waved into his nostrils as well as the hint of coffee beans and the herbs from Rosa's store. "I am lucky to have you in my life, Arturo. Truly. I would marry you over and over again."

Arturo smiled and kissed Rosa's hand delicately. " à la lune et retour (To the moon and back)" he paused as he opened the van up and took a box in his arms. " looks like a lot of things, we are going to be busy for a few hours. "

Carrying one of the boxes into his store, Arturo switched on the coffee machine to make Rosa a latte. One of the specialty blends he had designed. Hazelnut and cinnamon. As the machine warmed up Arturo started switching on the light in the bookstore, opening some windows to circulate some fresh air. As he came to the back of the store where the woods blended in with the town. Only leaving a small dirt road in between. Arturo watched a while as the tress seemed to blow in one direction then change suddenly, moving left and right slowly, edging away from the shop and then the wind stopped all together. Opening the back doors Arturo sniffed rapidly...something was off. He couldn't figure it out but something wasn't right at all.

Then the wind came rushing towards him, in a tremendous gush and howling such howling. That knocked him off balance a searing pain in his chest, he growled deeply but the growl turned into a pained groan as he eventually ended up on the floor. His hand shook upon his chest as the pain burnt, like the night he was cursed. Sweat gathered on his face, and spots of blood appeared of his shirt staining his trembling hand as he sat on the floor watching the woods his eyes wide in fear his ears on high alert.