Wednesday has come around again and I’m happy to present this week’s flash fiction.
Gnawing my lip, I scanned the sky as I drug the red wagon over through the ruts. Lissa’d offered to pull. I’d refused, of course. I didn’t need help. I just needed the road to end. We circled a juniper bush and the house appeared.
Cody started sniffling for the umpteenth time. I turned to glower, but Lissa was kneeling by the kids and stroking his hair. I turned back to the house and shoved down the niggle of fear worming through my belly.
The door creaked open and she appeared, the witch of Murrayfield. She was supposed to be as fearful as she was powerful. I just wondered how’d she’d escaped her mom teaching her to brush her hair.
She looked over the group and I lifted my chin. “Children?” She smirked and started to turn. “Go home to your parents.”
“We can’t,” I cried blushing at the crick in my voice. “They’ve been…” I kicked at the dirt. “Taken. We need help.”
She turned back raising a brow. “They’ve paid for safety to the river gods. Not me. Why seek me for help.”
“The river stole the gods!” Cody squelled. I turned but he’d already clamped his hands over his mouth.
She pushed away from the seal of her door, a glint in her eye. “Well then, come in.” She waived for us to follow as she disappeared into the shadows. Gulping, I dropped the wagon’s handle and followed.
The door slammed shut behind me.
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