Radha gripped the handle of the contraption as she held her six year old with the other hand.
‘Seat belts?’ Radha asked the attendant. He pretended to not hear.
Once full, he flicked a switch to start the roundabout. Slowly, it came to life. But, as it gained momentum, Radha realized the chair car had no fixed route. It moved back and forth and sideways and jerked randomly. She screamed in fear.
Her son was thrilled and shrieked with laughter. Everyone screamed as it gained momentum.
Radha prayed, ‘I will never ever get onto these but God save me today’.
From her small balcony, the witch watched the world go by.
Olivia hated the day time when all action was in the night. She was tired watching the slow lives of humans. But, they were industrious. She kept four of them in her house. Two did the housework and two did the odd jobs for her. Thankless creatures. She was ready to teach them some spells, but they just wanted to go back to their pathetic lives. She had planned to replace the old human. She needed young blood. Continue reading →
“As her mount shifted uneasily under her, she grasped the brim of her old felt Stetson, gazed upwards and remembered Jean Pierre.”
“He was just too handsome for his own good,” Claude thought of her husband. “If he wasn’t so handsome, I wouldn’t have had to keep a watch and protect him from those foolish women in love with him. He had a wife, didn’t they know? ”
Claude always blamed his death on the note she had found in his shirt pocket. It said “8 o clock” and nothing else. She was furious with rage. She ran to the barn, picked up the cleaver and waited in the dark. Continue reading →