Page 12 of Wicked Witch

Turning the water on, I leave it running for a second, grabbing my shower bag and a pair of clothes, then return.

The days of sweat and grime leave my body, thanks to the hot water and my blackberry soap.

I feel fresh and renewed as I wrap a towel around my long hair. I prefer to air dry and it’s not like anyone is around to see me walking in the buff.

I’d curse them if they did.

Getting dressed, I grab my Ouija board out of my suitcase and light a few candles.

I keep waiting for another vision to come. To tell me exactly what I need to do in Spells Hollow, but the spirits seem quiet tonight.

Maybe in the morning when I enter the town something will happen. Checking my now fully charged phone, I read my missed messages and answer Halee.

She’s freaking out about not hearing from me all day. It’s too late now to call so I reassure her, send a selfie proving that I’m alive and tell her I’ll call in a few hours.

Putting the board and candles away, I grab my Kindle, conjure up some food, which is never very good, and curl up on my bed.

It’s quiet due to the hour, but I can hear faint howls in the wind outside. I’ll have to be careful exploring. Don’t need to become some wild animal’s lunch.

I read for a little bit, getting lost in someone else’s drama always does the trick, soon the sun is shining, and I have to pee.

Getting up, I use the bathroom and get ready for today.

Opting for a pair of jeans and zip up hoodie with a crop top underneath, I grab my purse, phone and room key.

When I open the door, I notice a few more cars around and a bright colored van, getting gas at the station.

Locking the motel door behind me, I decide to walk over to the diner. The weather is nice this morning, and I may not need my hoodie afterall.

Checking the road, I look both ways, even though no one is nearby, then cross the street.

An elderly woman exits the front door and gives me a smile. She’s wearing a tight leather skirt and a red tank-top.

I’m a little caught off guard by her outfit, but who am I to judge?

“Good morning,” I say as we pass each other and she stops, giving me a thorough once over.

“So you must be Wynter. I’d expected to see you this morning, but I guess being awake half the night you decided to sleep in.”

Ummm what?

“Yes, how did you know?”

“Oh, I’m Mavis. My room is next to yours and the walls are like paper. Keep that in mind if you decide to shake any beds. But I best be off. I'll see you around dear.”

I watch as she crosses the road back to the motel, and I’m still trying to process who Mavis is when Adria comes out the door.

Or I think it’s him? He has a different energy than last night, and he doesn’t even stop to say hello.

He’s lost in his phone, typing away and walks past me without a word.

Um, rude much? Ugh, I’m too hungry to deal with assholes right now.

“How was everything, hon?”Liv, my waitress asks. Stacking my plates, I hand them to her with a smile.

“Delicious. I have never had apple pie French toast before, but I am a huge fan now.”

“I’ll be sure to tell the chef. It’s one of my favorites too. Let me get your check, and then you can be on your way.” She walks off, and I look out the window. This town is seriously small, but I’m starting to like it.

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