Here’s this week’s entry into Monday’s Finish the Story flash fiction challenge, run by Barbara W. Beacham. This challenge gives you a picture prompt and the first line and asks that you finish the story in 100-150 words. The given line is in italics.
From her small balcony, the witch watched the world go by.
It was a peaceful life – the perfect escape from civilisation’s exhausting demands. Charms draped the house in jingling disorder, shielding it from her neighbours’ notice; others sewn into her clothes diverted their attention as she mingled with their crowds.
As much as she loved the quiet, she did have to admit to the occasional bout of loneliness. Her three hundred years of guardianship had stretched on in the long silence demanded but, at times, she longed to talk to… someone. Anyone.
Those times were rare, however.
As she watched the girl skip along the path – a path that had been familiar with her tread alone for centuries – she knew her peace was about to be shattered. She shivered, unsettled, as she faced the realisation that her duty neared its end. The universe had chosen her replacement.
Her long silence was finally over. She rose to her feet.
“Greetings, Child,” she said.
Word Count: 150
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