Lost In The Forest
I strayed from the path in the woods while lost in my thoughts. Looking around I now had no idea where I was. The forest certainly isn’t a place I ever wanted to lose my way in. There is a legend of the Witch of the Woods who lives here and bundles up sticks, which if the stories be true, are actually the entrails of her victims that she let dry out to use in her dark potions.
I had never set much store in stories like this, until this moment. Then all the tales I had heard came to my mind again as I frantically searched for a path out of here. In my wanderings I came across the ruins of a building and leaned up against it were bundles of sticks. I went for a closer look and that was when I heard an evil cackling behind me…
Word count: 150
I’m not a fan of negative stereotypes of witches and yet I managed to fall into it.
This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #33.