She waited at the edge of the dark woods; calmly, patiently. All around her one could make out the soft breathing sounds of many wild animals, nearly inaudible over the sound of wind through leaves. Hidden in bushes, tree tops and holes, they were waiting too. Every once in a while, a muscle twitched or a paw moved ever so slightly, but aside from that, there was no movement.
Until something appeared to be moving closer over the horizon: a mob, armed with pitchforks and torches, smoke twirling up into the sky. A mob, coming for the witch.
A/N: Who will win this battle, I wonder...
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Short StoryMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
