Sunday, October 24, 2010

Fantasy — Witch of the Woods?

(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.


Payton L. Inkletter said...

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.

Sheila Deeth said...

Very neat, and I love the way you guided me along.