Drabble: Boil, Boil, Toil and Trouble – by Ann Weeth

by specklit

One should never mix spells with potions. Every witch knew this. Yet, she had done it anyway.

She moved to her cauldron, her limbs hindering her with their lack of bones and suckers. One tentacle wrapped around a vial getting it halfway to the cauldron before it shattered. She sighed, a wet sound coming from a beak hidden by a bulbous head. She turned and headed to the cupboard, longing for a large body of water.

If she didn’t get this potion finished and her body back before her sisters got home she would never hear the end of it.

Author’s Note: My son loves horror stories, particularly those stories that have witches who make mistakes and all the hoopla they have to do to get out of trouble.


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