|Click here to learn more!|
This blog hop is hosted by Jackie at Bouquet of Books and Dani of Entertaining Interests. The challenge? Compose a 300-word piece of flash fiction in which you use the following five words (singular or plural):
by Mina Lobo
“Stupid, not-working spell.”
“Sophia, how can you say that when the happy result sits before you?” Hecate asked, elegantly waving a hand over herself.
My eyes shot razors at the Witch Goddess. “I wouldn’t say ‘happy.’”
“Well, if you’re unsatisfied, you’ve only yourself to blame. Perhaps if you’d used an actual cauldron instead of that…that…what was it?”
“A crock pot.”
“Yes, that.” The platinum-blonde deity from ancient Greece sniffed her disdain. “Proper technique is the key to successful spell-casting, my dear.”
“Keep your voice down, unless you want everyone at this Halloween shindig to know who you are,” I snarled.
“I’ve nothing to hide, nor did I ask to be summoned.”
“I didn’t summon you, I invoked the ‘Beauty of Hecate.’”
“And here I am!” Hecate did the hand waving thing again.
I downed my fourth (fifth?) vodka shot. If only she hadn’t been so gorgeous. The diaphanous gown Hecate wore made her look all Sexy-Ghost-Going-To-A-Very-Adult-Party, whereas my jack-o-lantern ensemble miserably failed to highlight my (dubious) assets. Damn that costume shop clerk; I’d said pumpkin colored, not—
“Who’s that toothsome terror?”
I took another shot, then looked. My heart sank. “That’s Troy. The reason I cast the spell.”
Alerted by some sixth/sex sense, the muscular “werewolf” turned and locked eyes with Hecate, then goggled as she rose sinuously to her feet.
“Well, sack my walled city,” Hecate purred, beckoning Troy with a crook of her finger.
“Oh, no…you’re not going to—”
“—clear the cobwebs from my cave? Oh, yes.” She gave me a lurid wink as the wolf man panted his way over to her. “Leave a torch lit for me, would you?”
“Woof!” said Troy, proffering an arm.
“Indeed,” said Hecate, taking it.
And then they left me there.