The Lives of Witches and Bitches
From her small balcony, the witch watches her world go by.
Although no one has seen her closely, hers is a youth scarred by years of neglect and ill-health. Frail body, matted hair and dull skin make her look older. Some mornings, one can hear her howling as she sits in her balcony, staring into the vacuum.
Recently, community youngsters reported that she’s now a regular at the local pub. Some nights she gets so tipsy that she laughs boisterously while picking ruckus with all the ‘gentlemen’ there.
What amazes our community is that her pub persona is so unlike her usual weeping self within her quiet house. The new joke around town is: ‘Witch by the day, bitch by the night’.
Little do they know that the duo are identical twins. One, a house-bound agarophobic who cries a lot, and the other a sociopath who laughs unbound. Two daughters deserted by a mother who was deserted by a gentleman.
This is my take on flash fiction challenge Mondays Finish The Story. We are provided with a new photo each week, and the first sentence of the story.
Copyright ©2015 Written by Alka Girdhar