Monday, January 14, 2013

Witchy Woman

by Colleen Foley

I landed on all fours in a miasma of mud, slime and scattered bones. She stood naked in the middle of it, beautiful – save the thing nestled between her breasts, pulsing red and grey.

I stood. She tilted my chin up and kissed me. I tried to close my fist and couldn’t.

“You and I will die, as we vent upon the world the plague that will destroy your brother.”

She gently licked the thing on my chest. In my head, a clock began to tick.

“You’re wrong. Seth won’t get sick. He has magic.”

She only smiled.


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