Virtual TownIn Virtual Town, no one hears what anyone has to say they just act as if they can hear, but in reality cannot. Viva Tarfe is one such individual who behaves as if she were deaf; well deafness and her own personal soul-searching radar system, truth be told.
Viva was a religious witch whose spell-castings sometimes got a little too out of hand. Other than turning ordinary men into mushugana fools, she used to create love potions with often disastrous results.
Viva’s love life had never been much to crow about anyway, as every man she fell in love with, she fell out of love just as quickly, for her standards were just too high and mighty, the dreamboat that sank itself in the river virtually every time. Two of her greatest flaws were jealousy, for jealous had a way of turning an already angry witch into a raging monster and having control, control in the sense of it’s my way or the highway.
Sure she was capable of loving, but she never could quite grasp how the other person really felt because it was all virtual; virtual meaning that she could never touch the other person, never feel the other person beside her as she worked on her spells, potions or whatever she chose to do.
One of the troubles with a virtual relationship however, that you could never see the other person’s eyes, for it was a pair of eyes that told countless stories of sadness and passion; stories that she could never understand because she was always to busy to notice.
That’s not to say that she wasn’t helpful, for she was. She gave out as much as she could, but when it came to loving herself, she always sold herself short, which is always bad when you’re looking for a way to heal the ache.
Men seemed to swoon over her, falling like flies, that is all but one man by the name of Velvet McStark; he knew better than to believe a witch.
"Witches," he used to say to himself aloud, "Are full of mischief and trickery. They can read you like a book, yet treat you like a dirty dishtowel. No, all witches are the same."
One day in the virtual marketplace, both the religious witch and Velvet McStark accidentally had their signals crossed when trying to purchase a truckload of kashrut meals. When Velvet realized what had happened, he tried to explain the situation to the young witch, but she was already entranced by Velvet. Unbeknownst to Velvet, she imprinted his soul into hers, a little trick she learned while studying with a Turkish man who offered her whiskey from time to time.
To prove that Velvet was her truth and not another falsehood, she conducted little experiments on his soul. She made amazing predictions as she made her way through a battery of tests. All through her testing she was difficult, heartless and cold. She knew love no other way.
In a virtual world, things are easy; in the real world life was difficult, blundering and unsympathetic. Such was the case with the religious witch, Viva Trafe.
