The queue crawled. The Southwitch sighed, annoyed.
“Where goeth your parcels?” the gentleman behind her asked, smiling.
“Nowhere,” she snapped, clutching the envelopes. Her sister, the Northwitch, had convinced her to administer Spring Curses by post. Unprecedented, but her sister had been very convincing.
When the Southwitch agreed, she hadn’t accounted for Vernal Equinox, the Kingdom’s biggest holiday. Creatures sending packages everywhere.
The gentleman chuckled. “Post office, amirite?”
But the Southwitch frowned. Soon, the curses would degrade, seeping through the envelopes, damning them all. She could almost hear her sister’s cackle.
The queue halted.
Up front, a sign: CLOSED FOR LUNCH.
Such a fun story – original yet totally relatable – great work!
Paula Wescott says
Wonderful story. I want more tales about these witchy sisters. Bravo on a cliffhanger ending too!
Cathy Cade says
That was different! Loved it.
I need this story to continue!
Le Zblugg says
Hahahaha! Very nice! Question: is this the ancestor or sending computer viruses via email? Were those letters about a Nigerian Prince? 😀
“Closed For Lunch” made me laugh out loud…