Witches

By Bhavika

Cautiously hiding behind the cracked, eroded rock, I could see wrinkly feet standing around a cauldron. Gradually I rolled my eyes upwards, capturing each detail from toe to head. They had spindly, arthritic legs like spiders and their skin was pale, lavishly smouldering with vengeance.

Stepping forward, I could hear them chanting with crooked voices. It was the witches.  I could see something bubbling in the cauldron like lava, leaving off rancid vapours.

Immediately one witch looked at me, deeply piercing through my eyes. With her brawny telekinesis power, she dragged me rapidly and forced me to drink the putrid potion.