"I'm a witch," she said, when I asked her what she did at weekends.
She didn't look like one to me, except for those gorgeous green eyes - they cast a spell on me.
Which is what I said to her.
"Cue a song," she said, and laughed.
The band started playing again, fast and loud, and I nodded towards the door: the bar was crowded, hot and noisy and I needed fresh air. She grinned and allowed herself to be led out through the dancing bodies. Outside, I gulped cold air like it was water.
"What's your name?" she asked.
Neville Hunt 9 months ago
Interesting. A new story. Yippee!
Jeff Taylor 8 months ago
Ooh, watch out boy. She'll chew you up! 😉
Frenchie 8 months ago
I love witches! They are so misunderstood. I am glad I am catching this as the beginning.
Drew under a spell? I'd love to know more :-D
Drew Martyn 8 months ago
Thanks folks. Yes, witches are definitely misunderstood :) Anyway, hope you all enjoy.