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Calypso’s Stare
#100StoryChallenge — No37
Witches weren’t supposed to burn. That was what Calypso had been taught from her mother who sang about wild things and danced underneath cherry-red moons.
“Oh, sweet little Cal,” Mother said, cupping the girl’s face in her hands, “you know that witches drown, don’t you?”
Then Mother pushed her into the lake and laughed like a mad creature.
Calypso knew she could have avoided it all by just fixing her stare on her mother. Compulsion was one of her gifts.
But Cal was still young. She didn’t yet know what it was like to hurt anyone.
She would learn.
This is a part of my endeavor to go back to writing tighter fiction with more stringent word counts. It’s just one attempt at the 100 Story Challenge because I thought it would be a good exercise to do to keep my imagination sharp. We’ll see how it goes.
For longer fiction, you may enjoy my stories linked below:
