Red Dust

Chapter 3

                                                                                    Chapter 3

              "Education is what remains after one has forgotten what one has learned in school."                                                                                             -Albert Einstein

           I sat with the bottle. I studied it like it was a scientific anomaly. It is a scientific anomaly. Or, magic at the least. I wasn't sure what to do. School definately wouldn't help. I learned more from Rhys- of course! He was the only person who could help me, besides Lyric of course. So i walked, sneaked really, down River Road, past Juneau Ave., down Woodland Ave., all the way across our small Dodge City neighborhood. I walked right down to the big, brown-windowed garage on 136 Woodland Avenue. I rapped on the door six times, one for each letter in Kansas. Rhys lifted the door open, both him and the door groaning under its weight. "Aren't you supposed to be in school?" "Aren't you supposed to be at work?" I rebutted. "Touche. What are you doing here? The shop isn't open today anyways." The shop was Rhys's Uncle's. He owned a magic emporium in his garage. "I need help. Theres this thing, and I'm not sure what it is, but, i mean, you're a magic guy, so i figured-" he cut me off. "Woah, woah, woah. Slow your roll. Where'd you get this magic doo-hickey? Wait, What even is the magic doo-hickey?" "It's this." I held up the small, engraved bottle. The label still shone, like it was lit up. "Poussière rouge? I've never seen anything like this before, but I'm sure The Book has something on it." I rolled my eyes. The Book was a big old slab of leather-bound paper his dad gave him before he died drowning in his houdini-based Chinese Water Tourture Cell trick. So he got The Book, and said the name of the bottle, and The Book opened up to a page with the same golden lettering labeled "Poussière Rouge."