She certainly didn’t look anything like a prototypical storybook witch, or at least not how I envisioned what a typical fairytale witch would look like. Quite to the contrary, in fact. She was breathtaking, statuesque, stunning, beautiful. She was simultaneously dawn and dusk, day and night, water and earth, the sun and the moon, fire and ice.
And yet there was no doubt in my mind that she most assuredly was a witch. A real witch, the genuine article. She surely had me under her spell. I was completely and totally mesmerized. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I couldn’t look away, even if I did want to, which I did not.
And then the strangest thing happened. Suddenly I was shrunk down so small that I could fit in the palm of her hand, which is exactly where I found myself. I have to tell you, I was scared. So scared, in fact, that I curled up into the fetal position, right there in her outstretched hand. She held me up into the air and I seemed to burst into flames. But there was no pain, no heat. Just a nice, warm, cozy feeling. A feeling as if I were back in my mother’s womb, ready to be born again.
Written for Sadje’s What Do You See? prompt. Image credit: Pixabay.