Witchcraft: A Short Story
“I did it!” she screamed, her blonde curls bouncing in the air as she jumped up. “I finally figured it out!” Janice didn’t say anything. She’d “figured it out” twelve times, and each time it hadn’t worked.
“That’s great,” she said, as she continued to flip through her magazine, not bothering to look up.
“I’m serious, Janet. I finally figured out how to cross the bridge between the living and the dead.” Janice didn’t say anything, and Bridget moved to snatch the magazine away from her friend.
“Hey!” she said.
“Come to the spell room and help me. I need another witch.” Janice sighed as she rose.
“I’m telling you, it won’t work.”
“It has to,” said Bridget. Scarlet, a black cat who also served as Bridget’s familiar jumped down from her spot on the window and went to follow. She always seemed to know when Bridget was about to do spell work.
They entered a hidden room behind a bookshelf in the basement. The room was dimly lit and was filled with an array of potions, herbs, candles, and