Monday, October 28, 2013

Hocus Pocus

Her wiry, gray hair defied the law of gravity by sticking straight out from her head in all directions. Several large warts decorated her face, particularly her prominent nose. She didn't respond to my greeting. Instead, she stood silently at my counter staring at me with a lopsided grin. Her purchas? It was a single, black taper candle.

I tried to not think about croaking around a bonfire in the woods. I tried to not think about her stirring a cauldron of batwings, frogs eyes, and newts tongue. I tried to not think about her luring innocent children into her home for a tasty snack—but I didn't succeed. She seemed too much like the part!

Oh well, it isn't as though she could read my mind. Or could she? Because as she walked away from my counter she suddenly burst out into a high-pitched cackle that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end!

I informed my coworkers to not expect me to be at my register in the morning; I would most likely wake up as a toad.

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