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The Witch’s Memories | Friday Fiction
The Witch gathered up her things—the cauldron, the potion mixer, the wide-brimmed hat—and stepped over the woman she had just put into a deep sleep. The Witch left the woman lying on her back on the carpet, her form in an unattractive spread eagle position in her yoga attire, a bit of her belly flopping out of the waist of her pants. The truth of the matter was, the sleeping woman used to be her friend. Not any longer, however. The Witch did not care for her at all. It had finally come to that. The woman could never be trusted, and The Witch had been used for the…
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The Green Witch’s Glory
Think back to the first time you saw “The Wizard of Oz.” Was it in a movie theatre or on your home television? Do you remember it clearly? The film, “The Wizard of Oz,” made an indelible impression on me. My mother took me to see it in a theatre and we sat in the front row. Just the theme music alone gives me chills and reminds me of being five and watching it in awe. I wasn’t afraid of the flying monkeys or the green witch—but I was pretty petrified of the tornado, and it has probably been one of the reasons why I have a recurring dream about…