Jolly Cooperation

“The air high above the little hamlet gnawed at the young witches’ ankles, threatening to claw its way up her long, striped socks and cause a general nuisance, unbecoming of a practitioner of the natural arts. It was exactly why she had worn two layers of woollen tights. You could hardly turn up shivering, not to a village like this.

The little span of houses and yellowing fields down below, patched with green and threaded with brown, looked quaint and quiet from this height, but word had come a long way, through the branches and in the breeze. The sparrows and pigeons had whispered in the dawn birdsong, and the foxes had cried in the night, over the rolling hills and down the chalk.

One word, to be precise.

Necromancy.”

Necromancy is no laughing matter.

When it rears its evil head, any reasonable witch would drop everything to put a stop to it. Well, almost everything…

Some people are just so insufferable, and no one likes someone leaning over your shoulder, telling you how to get the job done.

Least of all a know-it-all wizard.

7,495 Words

Submitted to the Indie Bites Issue 13 ‘Wishes and Wizards’