by Meera Dandekar
There was a rush in the Coven House.
“Hurry up, you buffoon! Go set the table,” Clarise said as she rigorously swept the floor with a broom.
“Oh, leave the cleaning to me, Clarise. I know just the right spell.” Lola snatched the broom, and flicked her wand over it.
The three were panicking about the wizard who had promised to show up on Thanksgiving to choose his companion for the rest of his life.
The ring of the oven jolted Sarah. She dropped the plate in hand. The others were yet engrossed with their work, so she swung her wand and fixed it right away. Proud of her save, she flicked her wand again, causing a bag of flour to fall on the ground.
“Sarah! Go sit in the corner. We’ve had enough of you.”
There was a knock on the door, and they all turned their heads toward it. Clarise ran for the door while the others took their seats around the table.
“Welcome, Sir Nicholas. May I take your coat?”
Sir Nicholas looked around the house. He cringed at the sight. He saw the two witches sitting at the table, waiting for him. Their big noses and oozing skin just added to his disgust. He turned to leave.
Rage took over them all. They sprinted, and caught Sir Nicholas. One held his hands, and the other held his legs. They dragged him to a chair, and tied him up.
They looked at each other, and then at him. They laughed. “Sisterhood above all. We’ll share him.”
Their laughter echoed through the silent forest outside. No one would ever know of their witchcraft ways.
Meera Dandekar loves to explore the fictional worlds that show the magical realm of being. She’s studying mechanical engineering but has a definite admiration for the written word. She has been published in various anthologies by Black Hare Press and Macabre Ladies. She’s currently living in Mumbai, India.