WITCH KINGDOM

by Vera Searles

 
JULY 2007 #3

 

Edwina felt the blood rush to her face. They felt sorry for her! Words and symbols swam together on the cards. She steadied herself by holding onto the table.
“Let’s give her power.” Lou said. “Let’s make spell, hokay?”
“Okay,” Annalee said. “I’ll whistle.”
“I’ll use the satanic ritual for power,” Doramay added.
Edwina sank down onto a chair, dropping the cards all over the table. Fifteen years of study, of copying every curse and spell, and she couldn’t come up with some little witchery on her own. They thought she needed help. Well, she’ d see about that!
Flies buzzed in her head as she fumbled around with the cards. Words blurred and lifted from one card to another, until Edwina finally came to the spell for making things disappear. She stared at the words. “ I wish I could make Disney World disappear,” she whispered. “Then they’d see I’m a witch.”
From the other room came whistling, and Doramay’s voice repeated strange phrases. Was Lou beating a drum? The hollow sounds shivered Edwina’ s bones, and the words on the card leapt up at her. She mouthed them quietly, while the flies buzzed louder, the whistling grew sweeter, and from within herself, Edwina felt a dance of black shadows along the pathway to the magic in her soul.

* * *

The silence awakened her. She was face down across the table, her glasses crooked, the cards scattered to the floor. When she went into the other room, everyone was gone. The only sign that anyone had been there was a blue feather on the mantelpiece, and the recliner had widened to accommodate a bigger person than Edwina.
She heard the news later on the television. The reports about Disney World vanishing into thin air attributed its disappearance to the sudden opening of the largest sinkhole in Florida’ s history. It went down without a trace, but all the tourists and employees were saved. They followed a strange, barefoot creature who led them away with her whistling, just before the Magic Kingdom went under.
Edwina never saw the three witches again. She pushed her glasses up on her nose, tore up all her recipes for magic, and began studying card tricks.

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