Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – One Hundred and Sixty-Seven

The garden was full of stone people – reminders of the perils attached to disrespecting the witch.

Charissa learned herbal lore from Mistress Effie. And assiduously avoided looking at the garden ornaments. 

When a spate of rumour arose, traceable to the fat woman who ran the inn and sold patent medicines, Charissa worried.

Effie took to her laptop.

Two nights later a tap on the back door heralded the arrival of a heavy parcel. 

The two women wrestled the stone figure of a fat aproned woman into a prominent place in the garden.

“What? How?”

Effie grinned her crocodile grin. “Amazon…”

©️jj 2019

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