She trusts Will. She trusts him more than anyone else.
She picks up a shrivelled looking mushroom and takes the leap. The earthy fragrance consumes her whole mouth. Her whole being.
“Try not to have a bad trip,” says Will.
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It had never crossed Professor Dinklebert’s mind that the students of his Ancient History lectures would not appreciate him repeatedly being five minutes late, because he hated them all.
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It was a Tuesday evening, and he’d forgotten to let the dog out again. He must have. Why else would Juniper be sat, panting at the backdoor, lolling her head around to stare at him every few minutes?
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“How about here? The lady I was chatting to on the plane said that if you’re not going to try food fresh from the sea, then there’s no point coming.”
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Wit. Wit. My love, my heart, where are you? You have left me to die? To rot? To mourn?
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It has always been so easy for people to forsake witches as wicked.
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My eyelashes blinked dew off them, wishing I had a neck to turn my head from side to side so that the drops would pile against my cheek instead of pooling in my eye. It takes a while before I can see.
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The music starts up. I grit my teeth and paste on a smile.
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Mrs. Willen wiped off the 14th February from the whiteboard with the rag. She felt a flush of heat and put down the rag. In its place she wrote, quite deliberately, quite carefully: 15th February. Her handwriting was large, square and clear. Then she took up the rag once more and erased the 15. A lone th was left, looking blankly at her from the whiteboard.
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A man of many faces takes one from his hall, from beside the coat stand, and wears it to his day. When he gets home, he hangs up his skin on a coat hanger, and leaves his thoughts in whatever he is reading.
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Sitting on the wall, she lets her feet hang into the old chapel. The congregation fell silent long ago, their passionate adorations no longer giving the place purpose, for what are walls without people? The priest continues longer so the histories say, staggering through life on a pitiful wage, trapped on that savage land so remote and distant from company. But he was loyal to his duty and his lord and so stayed as he was bidden.
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She pulled her carefully woven shawl, now frayed and yellowed from the dust of the years, about her shoulders. Underneath the gathering clouds, she stared out at the waters before her, waiting to hear the voice of a visitor she knew was coming.
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