I used to pass a witch’s house on my way to school. I still shiver at the memory of plunging into the tunnel of dense laurel along the narrow footpath beside her equally overgrown front garden. Pigtails streaming behind me, I’d race towards the sunlight at the other end, never daring to turn my head to face the monsters waiting in the darkness. As I neared the witch's rickety gate, a spurt of power was necessary so she couldn't grab me as I hurtled past. I had to get to safety. And I did, every time. She never caught me.
Doug
29/10/2021 07:03:36 pm
Wow. That took me back to my youth. I had a similar experience. Thank you.
Sue Clayton
30/10/2021 07:37:09 am
Maybe she was just an old lady waiting for someone to slow down and offer to help with her gardening. Comments are closed.
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