crystal ball

Prammy scratched his grizzly unshaven face and poked his head through the door.

Witchy Witch was still peering into the crystal ball.

Prammy continued to meander in and out. Anorexia? Wish he could frogmarch her to the dining..He heaved a deep sigh.

After a short while, Witchy Witch sauntered into the sitting and ensconced herself on the sofa.

” Need a cuppa?” Prammy crooned glancing sidelong at her.

” No thanks. I’d better mosey along.”

Prammy silently watched her stalking away. Is she in cahoots with someone?

No sooner had Witchy Witch left than Prammy heard the blast…


Eugi’s weekly prompt. Thank you so much for the prompt and such a lovely quote Eugenia. 🙂

Published by Smita

Smita Ray is the mother of two lovely kids and hails from northeastern India. Her perpetual displeasure arising from the hypocrisy in the society underneath the semblance of religion, culture as well as the conditioning for compliance urged her to put down the impressions in her mind. In her spare time, she likes to have some culinary adventures along with her kids trying new recipes or crafting. She describes herself as -- a soulmate, a life alighted on the earth catching the rhythm passing by her. A tinge of joy colours her world and lays its feet on the land where revellers are awaiting her to get into the groove.

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