Originally posted on Thoughts:
Just a half humorous post, you can read it as a witch story or dig deeper, the choice is fully yours. Fantasy or Truth in a package of fantasy.
By: Sharmishtha Basu
“You are back again! Who asked you to marry that good for nothing tramp? Ok! You had a roll on hay with him but you might have got rid of the kid. We witches don’t get attached to tramps. Our destinies take us to palaces, not huts.” she was busy preparing her latest potion.
“I told you again and again to go for prince perfecton, you handpicked a tramp! Now you come here every alternate day to ruin my days, whining and sobbing how mean he is to you. How all his sweet words were lies.” furiously she threw a crow’s leg in place of a bat’s wing and the pot exploded. Her hair was filled…
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