(Story begins at Wrinkly Writer)
Even as I look, the creature turns towards me.
Darkness falls.
A face begins to take shape.
A voice says, “I am the Witch of the Woods.”
Ugly? Grotesque? Who am I to judge?
The face turns and looks me in the eye. Though I cannot see the lips, I know the Witch has a smile.
She speaks. “There is a bit of a witch in all of us. Amazing things are achieved by those who believe in themselves.”
The face fades and the darkness becomes light once more.
2 comments:
Well done, that was a brilliant fiction+photo short story. I loved it! Surprised me with the revelation at the end with the pictures, clarifying the soupçon investing the words.
Very neat, and I love the way you guided me along.
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