Pain. Betrayal. The old pain returned, and the witch mercifully stopped the memory. She was back in the present, the old woman stroking her, pushing warmth into her through her fingertips.
The cat lay curled up in the witch's lap, shedding fur as she looked out at the sea of eyes fixed on her as they sat on the raised podium of the auditorium.
"I'm sorry, it had to be done, for the good of children and witches alike everywhere," the witch whispered into her ear.
She was right of course, if the boy had cared for her she never would have stayed with the witch, and helped her to give up eating children.
Reliving the memory was crucial, for it was for this reason that hundreds of witches from all around the world were assembled around her, all having tuned in to her deepest emotions as the memory had played out.
They were all here for one reason. This was to overcome their natural genetic desire for human meat, so they could find a place for themselves in civilisation.
The cat looked up into the witch's face, and their eyes met. In that moment they both remembered the memory with happiness, as it was this that had brought them together.
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Sickly Sweet
FantasyOnce upon a time in a sickly sweet house lived a sickly sweet old woman. But all that smells sweet is not as it seems. She knows this, but she has no way to warn the boy. His fate is in her hands, or should I say paws, as they encounter the truth be...
