The witch turned towards the light coming in through the window. She groaned holding her head. She was dizzy from the night before. Her head pounding and throbbing from the drink inside the empty bottles lying on the ground.
Her grandmother despised drinking but the young witch didn't. It was her escape. It made her feel not so lonely in her lonely cottage. How she longed for someone to talk to. To hold. To touch. To joke around with.
Until her grandmother's death months ago she never noticed how lonely she was. How she longed to love someone romantically. How her grandmother never truly filled the void of loneliness in her. But that wasn't in the cards for her. At least not yet anyways.
She rose from her slumber and looked outside. The window had a small hole through it and she wondered how it occurred. She lifted her body up and peered through the window to the ground below.
To her surprise she saw pieces of crumbled paper attached to a rock by a rubber band lying on the ground. A squirrel was inspecting the pieces that lay dormant on the ground. Sniffing it then scurrying away. The witch watches it.
How peaceful the squirrel must be. To live it's simple life in the forest. Searching the land for food to bring home to his nest in a hollow tree. The witch longed for a simple life. A simple life to share with someone though. That was, to her, all that separated her thoughts from a squirrel in her mind.
Until she heard a small knock on the door.
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Deep In The Woods
FantasyMany years ago, generations really, there was a young girl. She practiced the art of witchcraft, far away from the town. Hidden in the woods, amongst the vines, flowers, shrubs and trees, there was her small cottage, the place she called home. T...
