Saturday, March 15, 2008

Trouble Brewing

Laverstone Manor, July 1948

Ada gathered Snowball in her arms. She was a traditional witch’s cat: jet black with eyes that (she was sure) could see right into her soul.

“Be careful,” said her sister Fredericka. “You’re holding him all wrong. You’ll hurt him.”

“I won’t” said Ada. “He’s just a big lump of love. Make him look at the camera.”

“All right.” Fredericka twisted Snowball’s head until she was facing the box brownie.

“Melissa, dear, face the camera.” Sophia tried to encourage her niece. “What have you got there? A cricket?”

“A gremlin, aunty Sophia.” Melissa looked away from the cage she’d made with her fingers. “He’s not very happy. Oh!”

“What’s the matter, dear?”

“He’s got away.”

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