Fiction: Witch
Celia didn't mean to do it but there was no way to undo it. As she vacuumed and dusted each room in her house, she pondered again why she did it.
The two widows, also sisters, Mrs. Khaos and Mrs. Wort, talked so much they carried around lozenges everywhere they go. If they had not been careless in what they said, Celia wouldn't have lost her fiancé, her dog and her father. The fiancé, she didn't mind losing since she didn't want to marry anyone who didn't trust her. Her dog, who was the victim of stupid people who kidnapped him for his safety but didn't know how to care for him, will be remembered. Her father, who was always faithful to his wife, had an heart attack when he heard how his wife had ran around with another man before her death, will always be missed.
Taking out the trash, Celia paused to look around the neighborhood she had lived in her whole life. All was quiet on this Saturday afternoon. In five days, she would be gone from here.
Once inside the house, Celia thought of Mrs. Khaos and Mrs. Wort stewing in the basement. The only fact they got right was Celia was a witch though that was no comfort.
Celia took two cups of water down to the basement and placed them inside each cage and closed it. If they hadn't been scratching each other with their sharp claws, she wouldn't have separated them.
Back upstairs, she started on taping up the boxes. If it was wrong to turn the old biddies into cats, would it be even more wrong to alter them to always speak only the truth? Wiping their memories of the last month was probably wrong too. Unless they weren't thirsty, their memories would stay intact. She hoped when they changed back tomorrow, they wouldn't remember her.
For Monday (as we skip Sundays), the letter X, the choices are (1) XS (extra small), (2) XCIX (99), (3) XOXO (hugs and kisses). Choose which word I might ramble about or tell a story.
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