Wednesday, August 17, 2005


The night was purple and the lake was black. A silver mist was carrying the message from tree to tree that tonight was the night the witches came.

Suddenly I saw the glint of a red eye on the other side of the lake. I screamed.
A peaked hood twizzled in the no- light. I screamed again.
A cobweb finger brushed my face....


Julian touched my arm.

"That's the third time you've done that, darling."

"That was the third of the three witches"

"Well tell the fourth witch to f*** off"


Blogger Zinnia Cyclamen said...

That made me giggle - thank you!

9:28 AM  
Blogger missfiddle said...

have you been reading harry potter, dear ruth?
i wonder if those witches have the power to transport us all home, it's time...

5:20 PM  

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