Time for this week’s Mondays Finish the Story! I love these challenges because they really force me to whittle down my stories and focus on the essentials. For this week’s prompt, go here!
Word Count: 150
From her small balcony, the witch watched the world go by. She saw birthday balloons and funeral veils. She saw young lovers laughing and old men weeping. She saw all there was to see: the joyful and the grim, the light and the dark.
No one ever talked to her, not so much as a “good morning!” That was to be understood. After all, she was the witch.
She’d had another name once. That had been so long ago that now it was just a distant memory, fading like steam on a mirror. She was only the witch now.
They came to her in the dead of night with their problems, begging help under the cover of shadow. By daylight they wouldn’t even look at her. They shunned her with silence and fear.
That was all right. From her small balcony, she watched over them all: the lives she’d changed and saved.
She only watched, but it was enough for her.