From her small balcony, the witch watched the world go by. And sometimes the world went to her.
Jeffery spied Vernon walking in front of old Molly Eggers house, the town’s bonafide witch, and wondered what was in the bag he carried.
The two stopped on the sidewalk before the most shunned home in Capersville. Neither dared look at the old woman sipping a mint julep on the porch.
“Vern,” said Jeffery.
“Jeff,” said Vern.
“How’s that prize bull of yours?” said Jeffery.
“Well you know, one day he just stood up pretty as you please. Doc Friday says he shoulda’ died, but he’s fit as a fiddle. How ’bout your wife? Still feeling sickly?” He set down his bag of potatoes and carrots.
“Nope. Doc Miller says the cancer’s gone. Says it’s a goldang miracle.” He set down a package of steaks.
The pair exchanged pleasantries then said their goodbyes, leaving the bags behind.
Molly rocked in her chair and sipped her julep. Most folks figured she was about 105, but nobody dared speak to her to find out. She didn’t mind. Long as folks paid fairly for her services, she could abide being shunned. She raised her glass in a mute toast to the town maybe didn’t accept her, but they didn’t kill her either.
She smiled as she remembered this day was the 327th anniversary of The Agreement.
Written for Mondays Finish the Story. This week, the opening sentence is “From her small balcony, the witch watched the world go by.” From there, it’s up to us to finish the story and using the photo above as a prompt. Look here to see what other folks wrote: https://mondaysfinishthestory.wordpress.com/2015/09/14/mondays-finish-the-story-september-14th-2015/