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“Mum, I need money for the bus.”
Dorothy dried another mug.
“No you don’t, Toby. It isn’t raining; and the walk’s good for you.”
“I don’t want to walk past that old cottage. There’s a witch moved in with a warty nose and she’s got a black cat.”
“That’s nice.” She put away the last mug and closed the cupboard. “Did you stroke it?”

“It spat at me. Billy says it scratched Jason and he threw a stone at it and nobody’s seen him since.”
She folded the tea towel. “He probably has a cold.”
“Billy knocked for him. When his mum opened the door a frog hopped in from behind him and she screamed.”
Silly cow.
“Billy thinks it was Jason.”
Dorothy turned.
“You’re too old to believe in witches turning people into frogs. Go; you’ll be late.”
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..
Around four-ish, she heard a bump outside. After a moment there was another bump.
“Is that you, Toby? Don’t tell me you’ve lost your key again.”
“Ribbit.”
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I guess she should have listened to Toby…
Happy Halloween!
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You too…
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Great ending. I needed a smile and you gave me one.
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Love the last line, says it all
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There’s a world of meaning in that word 🙂
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