A Witches Tale – a short piece of flash fiction. Hope you enjoy!
Everyone knows where there is death a witch is sure to be nearby. For everyone knows witches are the root of all things evil. They were so bad in Flowergate that the king decreed them as outlaws.
A long time ago, there lived a witch called Molly with bright orange hair and purple eyes. She lived hidden away in the forest, for she’d seen how the king treated witches. Molly longed to show him witches could be kind.
One day, she brewed a love potion in her cauldron. Bubbles popped and sparkled with a kaleidoscope of colours. Molly poured the potion into a bottle, pleased with her idea. She would give the potion to the handsome prince, who would fall in love with her and change the king’s mind about witches forever.
But on her way, Molly tripped over a stone. The potion flew out of her hand and landed in the mouth of a large toad that promptly drank it, finishing every drop. Molly cried, the potion gone and her plans ruined. The moon replaced the sun and the sky grew dark as Molly went home, the toad croaking loudly from the pocket on her cloak. She couldn’t leave behind after it looked at her with its big round eyes.
Molly kissed the toad goodnight and tucked herself into bed. A bright light flashed in the dark beside her. The toad had gone and in its place sat the king’s son. She’d gotten her prince after all.