“You must’ve gone into one of your Witchcraft lectures again,” my friend sat next to me in the classroom.
“What are you talking about?” I almost didn’t ask. My friend had been acting weird lately, and I wanted to avoid long conversations.
“This girl I work with was saying how you were talking nonsense about Witchcraft being about spirituality, and—”
“Nonsense?” the word tasted nasty in my mouth.
“She was the one who said it; don’t look at me like that.”
I wanted to ask who, but thought better about it. “Guess people have the right to be stupid. I’ve got to go to class.” I stood up.
“She’s in your class, you know?”
That got me more interested than I cared. “Who?”
My friend sighed. “I didn’t want to tell you because I know you like her. Remember the Jewish girl you said was really smart and sweet; the one in your Magical Realism class?”
“Esther!” I couldn’t hide my surprise. I had, indeed, said Esther was smart and sweet. I enjoyed having a class with her because her critiques of stories were always thoughtful. A week or so before, I had mentioned to my friend that I was going to ask Esther if she was interested in forming a writing group. “I was not expecting that.”
“I know,” my friend put an arm around my shoulder. “That’s why I didn’t want to tell you. Sorry.”
“Don’t be,” I said. “It’s alright. I don’t really know Esther anyway.”
I didn’t approach Esther about the writing group or about anything else. Two semesters went by. My friend and I started being not so friendly after she asked me out, and couldn’t understand when I told her: one, I’m in committed relationship, and two, I’m straight. Then Esther and I ended up in a children’s literature class together, and she wrote “The Witch’s Dance” as one of her class assignments. I read the tale, and fell in love with Amelia, Julie and Ms. Pur.
And I realized the person, whom I thought to be my friend, had lied to me. It didn’t take long to figure out why. She had asked me to be her writing partner. I was honest, and said that I didn’t think we made a good writing match. She writes Victorian literature and I’m in love with urban fantasy and magical realism. And maybe the whole bit about her wanting to get in my pants might have been a factor, too.
Anyway, after reading “The Witch’s Dance,” I approached Esther and asked her if she would like to guest post at Pagan Culture. I told her I had a reason, but she will be finding out the details through this post. I wanted to savor my unexpected gift, for a while, and then share it with you, my Wicked Darlings.
Esther’s “The Witch’s Dance” is one of those gifts that keeps on giving—cliché, but true. I love knowing that although our beliefs are completely different, the fact that she is Jewish and I’m a Witch doesn’t keep us from enjoying the magic of words.
Thanks a million for your witchy tale, Esther, and for allowing me to share this virtual gift with the world. Okay, the world that reads Pagan Culture ;-)
And to you, my Wicked Darling Luvs, read “The Witch’s Dance” and ask Esther a question about her story, for an extra entry on my Skully Winter Solstice Blessings Witchy Tarot Cards giveaway (say that 13 times fast!). Also, visit The Village Witch and tell Sally her Yule Magic Blog Party with a virtual magical gift rocks!! And... follow Reader’s Dialogue, Esther’s blog, for another entry. Happy Winter Solstice, my Luvs!!!