The witch woke from her slumber and threw her clothes asunder.

How dare she be woken and not a work spoken.

And what was that deafening roar?


Someone had taken her other self and put her boldly on a shelf!

They’d sawn her in two and who knew who?

Had bought her twin to hold back the door.


Before I delay, I must now say, you are currently intruding and completely in my way.

Here’s a teaser; you’re off to the freezer, you know the score: you’re a clever geezer.

Get myself back to me or be cursed forever more.

©CMA 2018


From the Compendium of One Hundred Word Stories