From her small balcony, the witch watched the world go by.
Everything seemed quiet but she knew she needed to be on high alert. She relished the silence for a moment longer, but the time had come to prepare for the storm.
A raven arrived with fresh news of another sister attacked by a mob. The sisterhood had worked hard to present witches as valuable members of society. But a little boy and girl had disappeared as if by magic and who else could be behind it but a wicked witch?
‘How bad?’
fire fire
The cawed words made her shudder.
No matter what they did, history always kept repeating itself.
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My ability to take a lovely picture and turn it into something dark manifests itself again for this week’s Mondays Finish the Story… Here are all stories for the witch prompt.
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