Seasons turned into years. Crone started to feel the passing of those years more acutely. She was slowing down, she knew. It took her longer…
A witch and a bitch with an herbal itch...and an overactive imagination
Tag: Short Story
She woke to unfamiliar surroundings. The bed beneath her was much harder than a waterbed, the covers not her usual sheets and duvet but two…
Looking out the window and seeing the clouds, Crone knew the first snow was on its way. It was time to finish putting the garden…