Isadora sprinkled in the fish scales and dusted off her hands. She stuck her broom bristles down into the cauldron. Then she spoke, “Ar in aqua paxillum velox, setae remus mox!” She removed the gleaming paddle and set off for Lake Chatfield. On canoe she wove among pretend witches all chittering, until she saw her friends. “Grand finale?” offered Camilla. Arabella conjured a glorious sunset. Isadora added pinpoints of light winking from darkness. Camilla gathered the birds to sing. At the other bank, humans dressed as witches stood in awe. Three witches stood, incognito, their October handiwork visible to all.
Sue Clayton
29/10/2023 12:54:38 am
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