my draw, short straw….i placed my foot on the creaking stair.. the old porch was dilapidated and threatened to collapse under my weight. she sat in the old rocking chair, her hair white like snow, the eyes floating in the stew of cataracts. she was small very tiny,, her hands gripped the arms of the chair, her nails long and hooked like an eagles talons. she looked up at me and i was surprised at the strength in the voice.. “so boy,, they picked you” she cocked her head to the side. “i say this,, get on with it,,you will have sealed their fate” she turned her head.. i struck her….
the sky was cloudy,, it had clouded over the same day the old witch had died. you could hear rain, smell it but it didn’t touch the ground.. i walked to the edge of the village.. rain fell outside the perimeter,, none inside,, thunder rolled,, lightening, but no rain fell on them,, i looked around. i knew, i remembered. “you will have sealed their fate”