The Witch's Lover
We jettisoned the secret offer sent by Spring — a potential error, but who needs crocuses and tree nubs when fallen oak leaves, all damp and black, make the best hats? So we witches, in our sweet time, held the hourglass until dinner, when Autumn’s arrival at our table was met with furtive glances and just the slightest knocking of knees. Spring may be innocent and pure, but Autumn, dear Autumn, we swoon for thee.
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I loved it! Strange is delightful.
ReplyDeleteLots of crazy energy in this! U already feeling better? =)
ReplyDeleteStrange and strangely wonderful.
ReplyDeleteStrange is good. Thank you, all.
ReplyDeleteI love this, otherworldly. Please make it more!
ReplyDeleteI like the personification of seasons, especially when it's done in such wonderfully strange fashion. Love the image of tiny witches in black, oak leaf hats. =)
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