Thursday, October 13, 2011

The Witch's Lover


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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Another OneWord; it makes me write strange things. At least I'm writing!

6 comments:

  1. I loved it! Strange is delightful.

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  2. Lots of crazy energy in this! U already feeling better? =)

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  3. Strange is good. Thank you, all.

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  4. I love this, otherworldly. Please make it more!

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  5. I 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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