“I’m leaving. Costume parties aren’t all that fun after the food’s gone.”
“But the magic dance just started. She’s the only witch allowed in here. I come to the party for her.”
“I didn’t know she was a… you know, one of them.”
“You can’t feel the magic on her steps, her cackles, the sways of Nature in her hips? When she replaces those pink flowers with her Tiger Lily Witch Hat, things are… revealed.”
“Now that you mention it, I can feel it, too. And she’s a pretty one, that redhead.”
“She is, isn’t she? Powerful of soul and flesh. Go in peace, friend. And walk in light.”
“I’m not leaving. I’m staying until she bares those breasts, the hips—”
“Why… what makes you think she’ll go skyclad?”
“Oh, you know witches. They are always getting naked and doing wicked things with their bodies.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s a myth.”
“No, it isn’t. I’ve read about these things. The information is readily available. Just sit and wait. You’ll see. I’ll sit right here, very close to her. Maybe she’ll shake some of her bouncy magic in my face.”
“Sure.” He moved away from the other man, and went to stand by the door of pavilion.
He still remembered what happened two years ago, at a Halloween party hosted by the same family. The faces of the four people who had been standing next to the last guy who asked the witch, How long until you take your clothes off, deary? would often crawl into his nightmares. The sight of a purple-faced guy chewing and swallowing his own tongue froze an eternal look of shock on the faces of the four nearby watchers. Most recovered, but the one who had laughed the hardest was still walking around with his hands stuck to his cheeks and his lips shaped into a stiff scream.
This flash of witchy fiction was inspired by Magpie Tales 181 and Eliora’s Tiger Lily Witch Hat Fascinator.
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