“And in exchange for a favor promised, I’ll give ye a bit o’ magic.” He produced a coin, which he pressed into my hand.
I looked at it. In my palm sat a corroded brass coin, its faces weathered almost smooth, except for the word “interurban” curving along the edge on one side.
“It’s a rail token from some of me better days,” he said with sadness, “Hold it and say “pick me up” thrice, and no matter where you be, a ride will come to yer rescue, ta take you anywhere within my domain ye need to go.”
I looked at him, then back at the coin, doubtful.
This is just a design right now, but I hope to have something tangible eventually… Certainly by late November when the first of the Tipsy Fairy Tales, Blue Spirit, is slated to be published by Seventh Star Press!
“a bit o’ magic” is stuck in me head. I see something more like ” redeemable for a bit o’magic” Transit King
But the coin itself has magic properties, so TK is correct.