Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Challenge 30…posted by PricelessJoy.   
Anika slid the stack of cards across the table, to tend the hissing teapot.

“Be right back. Cut the deck three times. Sugar?”

Her guest’s questioning eyes met hers.

“In your tea. Sugar. For your tea?”

She nodded “no,” without looking up.

While the tea steeped, Anika slowly revealed the top three cards. How could she tell this poor girl…

As if on cue, the storm raged into a tempest. Lightening flashed as a wind gust burst through the door scattering the cards.  

The session abruptly ended, Anika felt relieved. She would not be the bearer of misfortune this night.

kat ~ September 2015

(100 words)

From Monday’s Finish the Story Challenge…

(c) 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

From her small balcony, the witch watched the world go by.

She decided to have a bit of fun with what little time she had left.  The ineffective treatments had poisoned her body. Losing her hair was the final insult.

Others would have just shaved their heads or wrapped in colorful turbans. Not Annie!

To set the stage, she told the neighborhood kids that she was a witch and losing her hair was the first sign that her powers were gaining strength.  Everyday they gazed at her in wonder. On Halloween she rocked her last and then magically, she disappeared.

kat ~ 14 September 2015

(100 Words)