Her Hair Lives

Off to See the Wizard
The only time I saw the proprietor of the Crystal Wizard she walked outside her curios shop on South Broadway wearing a smock, with a cigarette dangling from the corner of her mouth and a cup of coffee in her hand. With her hair moving in strange patterns towards the sky, she remains an enigma to be observed from afar, as does her business for it never seems to be open. When she's there, she's gone and when she's gone, she's really gone. Inside the locked mesh gates, the display windows offer dead houseplants for sale.