It’s Wednesday, the start of another week of Friday Fictioneers. We are led by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple.  Our assignment is to tell a story of 100 words according to a photo prompt.  Here’s my 100 words of make belief.  My mission here is to have fun and s-t-r-e-t-c-h my imagination and let the words flow.

Photo Prompt – C. E. Ayr

Samatha’s nose itched like the dickens.  She wanted to twitch it so bad but she had promised Daren.

She could see into her neighbour’s kitchen window.  Her heart ached for Cindy.  Such a nice and hard working girl!  That awful stepmother treated her like shit.

Wait!  She could call up her aunt.  Clara would be glad to help out.  Samatha smiled as she folded her arms across her breast.  With a brisk nod of the head and a blink of the eyes, Aunt Clara stumbled through the kitchen door.

“W-w-what happened?”  She muttered, dazed, hair on end.  “Where am I?”

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The shoe brought up Cinderalla’s slipper and the ball.  I like to believe in good witches.  Thus my story.