Alchemy of Secrets

by Stephanie Garber

It started with a whisper you heard while in line at a coffee shop, a story you probably should have ignored.

You don’t know for certain if the stories are true, but you half expect to fall through a rabbit hole as you step through the theater door into the lobby.

In her ideal world, everyone would ride bicycles, beach cruisers preferably, with baskets and glossy coats of colorful paint. Instead of honking horns, people would ring little bike bells, they’d wave hellos instead of flipping people off, and the world would be an all-around happier place.