The witch laughed, “Are you afraid of me?” He stared at her with a blank look. She took a sip of wine from her glass, “No need to be afraid.” She said. “Unless you betray me, there’s nothing to be afraid. Come here, I’m not going to bite.” She patted the seat next to her and let out a shrill laugh.
Like a robot, the boy obeyed and sneaked a look at the witch as she took another sip of wine. Next to the witch, the stream of water continued to flow from nowhere. “Oh, relax, my darling boy.” The witch said, noticing the frightened look on his face. “Here,” with a wave of her hands, she turned the stream of water into a glass goblet, filled the glass with hot chocolate, and handed it to him. “Drink,” she demanded, “and tell me that’s not the best hot chocolate you’ve ever tasted.
The boy took a sip and immediately felt a wonderful warmth spreading throughout his body. Slowly, he turned to the witch and smiled.
I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.