From her small balcony, the witch watched the world go by.
Do you have any idea, she thought, what it’s like to feel threatened whenever you step foot outside? How you never feel safe, even in your own home? Every natural occurrence, a flood, an earthquake, a fire, is blamed on you. People are always looking for a scapegoat; the Jews, African Americans, illegal immigrants. We witches predate them all, except for maybe the Jews. That is why we finally had to run, hide, change our name, settle in this godforsaken place. No more spells. No familiars. We even had to get rid of my broom. I tell you, retirement sucks!
This is a unique flash fiction challenge hosted by Barbara Beacham of Monday’s Finish The Story, where we are provided with a new photo, and the first sentence of a story each week. The challenge is to finish the story in 100 to 150 additional words, not including the sentence provided. This week, the opening sentence is “From her small balcony, the witch watched the world go by.” And, as I always try to do, my tale is exactly 100 words.
This week’s challenge photo comes from Barbara, herself. The opening line is hers, too, I believe. Barbara has just or will be starting chemotherapy very soon and your thoughts and prayers will be appreciated, I’m sure.
Please feel free to visit Monday’s Finish The Story to read all the other submissions from some very talented writers!