The Hag

The nuance way her hair fell across her face as she laughed was intoxicating. Everyone around her could tell she was happy, especially the Hag. Her role in society wasn’t to be happy but to take happiness away. She accepted this and never skirted her duties.

As night drew near the laughing woman parted ways with her friends. Street lights illuminate her path home. A bulb in a street lamp buzzes, then POPS! and goes out. It quickly flickers back to life on an empty street corner, with nothing but the sound of an old Hag cackling in the distance.