Flash Friday – Warmup Wednesday


I’m straining to see, from afar all I can hear is a tap…tap…tap, regular, stubborn, inviting.

A faint yellowing shimmer draws me deeper until I the other hurriers, trappers, Walt, Mary, Joe standing in a circle transfixed.

The shimmering becomes beautiful, monstrous. Waxing and waning, twisting and turning, graceful, venomous. Then a body, face, eyes full of malice, looking at each of us. I try to screw my eyes shut.

Recognition hits me as she hisses ‘Mary’.

We still work the mine.

The witch never came back.

But once in a while you ignore the dread tap…tap…tap…

Flash Friday – Warmup Wednesday

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