The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 39

The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 39

Read from the beginning We stepped out the door into a thundering rainstorm. Ringo started the motorcycle and I got into the side car. It all seemed reckless and desperate, and frankly hopeless. “I know some mountain shortcuts,” he said, “that she would not be able to...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 38

The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 38

Read from the beginning “Could someone have stolen it?” I asked. “No one knows we’re here. Only Dimity.” “Ha. Yeah, well we know that’s not…wait, you’re not suggesting…” Ringo ran his fingers through his hair. The notion that Dimity could have come in while we were...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 37

The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 37

Read from the beginning It was near midnight and the three of us began walking into the forest, distant wind chimes ringing, fireflies dancing in the night. Ringo led the way with a kerosene lantern, followed by me, with Tanaquil brooding in the rear. We passed the...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 36

The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 36

Read from the beginning “Listen, Ringo.  When I was about eight years old, my dad took me on a snipe hunt with some of his friends. We put on our winter coats and we went out into a field late at night. My dad told me the way to catch a snipe was to sprinkle salt on...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 35

The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 35

Read from the beginning “Wha…what do you mean?” I was quietly reading the situation and slipped the copper cylinder with Tanaquil’s warning back into my pocket. Why did I hide it? I couldn’t have told you, but it had something to do with the fact that Ringo had...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 34

The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 34

Read from the beginning The forest was black; clouds had moved in and blocked out any light from the moon and stars that might penetrate to the forest floor. The smell of rain was in the air and the canopy leaves chuckled in the sporadic breeze like a city of elves...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 33

The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 33

Read from the beginning I didn’t see why I was the one making the sacrifice. But the talisman spoon that was the ostensible source of the original potion’s power was, by Ringo’s lights, enchanted by being the instrument of my torment when my mother used to paddle me...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 32

The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 32

Read from the beginning Was everyone but me in some mafia outfit? How did I get left out? Driving in the Lancia with its top open to the constant rush of wind meant that it was very difficult to have a conversation all those times we were traversing around Ohio and...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 31

The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 31

Read from the beginning As the blanket of silence returned following the four pistol shots, time stood still. My already wounded head was now spinning and I fought to keep from passing out. I didn’t know what was going through Dimity’s head, but after a couple...
The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 30

The Saragossa Bottling Company – page 30

Read from the beginning Why I’d bothered to stop at a red light at 2 a.m. in a contraband racing vehicle in a town in the American Midwest, I couldn’t say. The Beaux Voyous sure weren’t bothering about the traffic laws. A familiar white Bugatti racer flew past us...