Picture it and Write – The witches wind

This is my contribution to ‘picture it and write’ this week at http://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/category/picture-it-write/.

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Years ago he told her she had enchanted him, but he didn’t realize how true that was.  He was a car mechanic and she plotted for his service one balmy midsummer afternoon.  She knew he was passing by on his way home from the garage he worked at in her local town.   At 4.30pm she parked the car at the side of the road, lifted the boot, loosened a plug and waited.  She knew what she wanted and was out to get it, come what may.  She also knew he had an eye for the ladies and they all had an eye for him.  She had her heart, mind and soul set on him and he was bewitched by her beauty and he became hers by the fall of the sun and the rising of the full moon.  He was her destiny and she would own him.

She vowed she would keep him forever and no one else would have him.  She had a way of getting what she wanted from being a small child.  Things happened for her in just a whisper and a wish.  Now and again she had visions, premonitions of sorts.

She saw a young girl very much like herself luring her man away.  She saw him park his car at the side of the field and make his way to meet her.  Now was time to use the gift that had been passed down from generation to generation of women in the family.  Her mother told her some were stoned and burnt at the stake for the gift that was used to win their men and their status in the country at the time.  Today that would not happen as no one believed in witches these days.  They believed in fate and destiny.  She believed he was her destiny.

She whistled up a witches wind to carry the crows to her man.  She whispered to the crows in the wind. ‘’chase him back to me, for I am his destiny and he is mine’’.

He never met the girl in the field, because the crows carried him back to her in the witches wind. She owned him now and she was his Mistress forever.  He was reminded of that with every gust of wind and every cackle of a crow.

~ Gemini~

7 thoughts on “Picture it and Write – The witches wind

  1. My father hated his stepmother. He always felt that she had enchanted his father away from the family. However, he also acknowledged that his father had a weakness for flattery.

  2. Goodness, a powerful and imaginative write – I liked the story and it was well told.
    Today that would not happen as no one believed in witches these days. They believed in fate and destiny. She believed he was her destiny.

    She whistled up a witches wind to carry the crows to her man. She whispered to the crows in the wind. ‘’chase him back to me, for I am his destiny and he is mine’’.

    I liked the idea of the modern destiny seekers and the black magic that only he and she knew had occurred.

  3. This was a wonderful enchanting tale. I love a good witch story and you have delivered with this witches wind. It was well written and left me smiling with joy. Thank you

  4. Ooo, I really loved this idea. So creative! The idea that he was being chased to an admirer… so brilliant. It’d be interesting to see this in a longer novel and whether or not he can ever escape her grasp. Thanks for contributing this week, Gem. 🙂

    – Ermisenda

    • Thank you so much for your great comments Ermisenda. One day I may write a novel. i would love to.

      Thank you for continuing the ”Picture it and write challenge” I just love it.

      Gem xx

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