She did all she could to hide it… Mom’s witchfest shoes guarding the cauldron plopped on the thickest books she could find in the house, and of course Dad’s old suitcase of potions for all seasons.
She hoped her friends would be too occupied taking in the absurdity of the house to notice how absurd its dwellers were. She wanted to last in this town, she had changed enough schools.
The doorbell rang, her heart skipped a beat. Forcing a smile, she reached for the door.
Mom and Dad sat alert, in case some memories had to be wiped again.
100 words for Friday Fictioneers this week.
How long has it been, more than a year! My first post after becoming a Mom(typing quietly as my (few days shy of) 6 month old munchkin snoozes)! 🙂
I don’t have my mojo back, a humble start…
For the uninitiated, in case you are wondering what is going on here, read on. Friday Fictioneers is an excellent forum for people looking to have fun as they learn the nuances of writing. Every Friday a bunch of us write 100 words (no hard rules there) for prompts posted by Rochelle who runs the show.
This week’s photo prompt: