Fiction · Little stories

Arsee’s little stories 19

A witch, she had seen her in the wee hours. She packed her bags and went to her mother’s, “buy a new house or we are done!” Left without a choice, he sold the wretched one and bought a new witchless one. She seemed pleased, “Shall come by the morning flight!” She chirped. He was about to turn in when the doorbell rang! “Surprise! Took the evening flight!” He hugged her tight. They kissed. They made love. They slept in each others arms. At dawn the doorbell rang, there she was again “Welcome me home darling”….’.


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