The den was dark and mystic. The lady herself was exotic with makeup that took over her face and drew the girl in.
The smell was familiar:
"What is that? I know that smell!"
"Actually sweetie - it's cinnamon. I've had a cold and it clears my sinuses."
They went in further and sat down on cushions on the floor.
Now - who is it that you want to speak to? I take it that someone very special to you has recently passed on to higher places..."
"Yes - and I didn't want her to go."
"Everyone goes when it is time sweetie. They may not know that it is their time - but it is their time."
The girl started crying.
She was never meant to leave me. I wasn't ready!
It's for you to work through this. The special person will reach out and help you to move on.
The girl cried and called out.
The smell, I can't stand that smell!!
The medium looked at her.
"Was it your mother?
The girl nodded. "She was cooking - she always made muffins and it's what I smelt on her when she died..."