The Wicked Witch of Woodshire
(2,000 words)
In Woodshire Forest lived a witch. A wicked one, as one might presume, full of hate and anger. But above all this witchs hate was not directed at the plump children she devoured, or at the locals whose families she had cursed throughout the generations. Her bane was her self-loathing. Her seasoning of choice for the chubby cherubs she savoured were her own tears; salt most natural, and all too common. What could she have done but eat the children who had mocked her all her life and bring pox upon the families that had persecuted her sisters from time immemorial? Eye for an eye makes the whole world blind, but for all she had seen vision seemed of little importance. But what a vision she had.
One day, on April 30th, two sisters entered the forest. Twins, not even their parents could tell them apart from their faces, but luckily ones hair was dark as raven and the others light as gold. Hand in hand Liza and Lucy made their way down a sun-dappled path of mossy roots, a woven basket with a bulging coverlet swaying from Lizas free hand, as they searched for some woodland paradise for their picnic.
But their trek did not go unnoticed; through the eyes of a sparrow perched on a branch they were watched with envy and rage. In the middle of the forest, in a forlorn cottage, in a deep soft armchair the witch sat in a trance of a seer. The eyes of her paralysed body were fixed on the wall; two dark orbs, as dark as a starless night sky. She blinked, and the darkness of her eyes condensed into two small dots in bloodshot scleras, and her body regained its animation.
Bring them to me, she said, and grim laughter filled the gloom behind her.
Liza and Lucy had by now found a venue for their picnic, and had spread their checkered blanket on the grass. But before they had time to open their basket they saw a faint blue glow amidst the trees ahead. They remained still, eyes glued to the light, until a swarm of pulsing white dots with fiery blue rims flew towards them.
Fairies! exclaimed Lucy, the one with hair of burnished gold, as the dots surrounded them and flew in gorgeous patterns all around. Theyre so beautiful!
Dont touch them! warned Liza, the one with hair of polished jet, as Lucy offered her hand for the fairies to land on. Were not even supposed to be here.
Oh Liza, laughed Lucy. Theyre fairies! Theyre harmless!
The fairies were not discouraged by Lizas trepidation, and circled around her with great speed. She suddenly felt light, and realized her feet no longer touched the ground. When she too lifted her hand, a fairy landed on her fingers and began pulsing rapidly.
The two sisters began laughing loudly amidst the playful fairies, and joined hands in the air. Spellbound, they barely noticed they began to move, and hand in hand they danced on air through the woods in a vortex of blue fairy light.
And as they thus danced through the air, a dreamy chant from an old poem emanated from the fairies:
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
The worlds more full of weeping than you can understand
Azure sparks as bright as fire in the dark surrounded the merry-go-round of the sisters floating on air without a care, all smiles and laughs, bending the grass under them like a breeze from flower to flower in a sunshine shower; a sweet dream of early summer with heightened senses of old magic.
The ethereal dance ended at a clearing in the middle of the forest, and suddenly Liza woke from her reverie as sunlight died; the sky was filled with dark clouds on this one spot, above a desolate hut they were heading towards. She felt dizzy from the spinning and tried to stop, but her laughing sister held on tight.
They finally landed at the door of the hut, and Lucy began to walk towards it, now holding her sister by one hand as the fairies chanted. But Liza resisted, and her hand slipped from her sisters as Lucy disappeared inside in blue fairy glow. The last thing Liza saw before the door shut was her smiling sister, and small, cruel faces with sharp teeth.
The house under the cloudy canopy was dim even on a late April afternoon, and Lucy could see nothing at first. Then a silver candelabrum lit up, and the spell broke, and she too saw what her sister had seen. There were no fairies, but laughing grinning goblins. She took a step towards the door to run as the goblins rushed towards her, pulling her from her golden locks deep inside the room, mocking her cries and resistance.
Just as she had resigned to her fate of being mauled by those violent gremlins, they seized their assault and turned towards a door. The witch stood framed by the doorway, smiling as her fingers tapped on the door jamb.
The goblins scattered as the witch moved towards Lucy, the long hem of her robe hiding her feet, giving her the impression of floating.
What a precious guest we have for our Walpurgis Night feast, the witch cooed as she gently caressed Lucys cheek with her long narrow fingers. So gently, in fact, that Lucy was not certain had it been the witchs fingers that had brushed against her, or was it just air.
But I was certain you had a sister, continued the witch. Pray tell us, where is she?
We coulds have grabs her, Lady, said a goblin at her feet. we coulds have grabs em both.
No! Screamed the witch, slapping the eager goblin, which was no bigger than a child of six or seven, so hard it let out a loud squeal and fell on its knees. They must come out of their own free will!
As the sobbing goblin held its cheek, a large shiny drop of mucus dangled from its nostril and fell on the ground. As Lucys eyes followed the falling phlegm, something glimmering on the goblins chest caught her eye; a tiny horseshoe necklace. Her moist eyes lit up with recognition as she studied the goblins face. The elongated chin, ears and nose, the enormous catlike eyes, the sharp tiny teeth of a piranha, and the bald dome of dull grey skin of its head could not disguise the true owner of that face.
Wil-, Wilfred Bailey? Is that you?
The goblin appeared confused for a moment, as if it had heard some foreign words whose definition it had known long ago. The witch smiled at this new development.
Wilfred, said Lucy. It is you, isnt it?
The confusion on the goblins face gave way to anger as it revealed its sharp teeth and leaped at Lucy, its razor sharp claws pointed at her. Lucy tried to protect herself by covering her face with her hands, but the attack never came. Wilfred the goblin had stopped in midair, the witchs long hand holding it by its neck.
We do not attack out guests, you little beast the witch said with a voice of haughty contempt. No matter what they call you.
The witch threw poor Wilfred down so hard it screamed from pain as its leg crashed on the floor. On one leg and hands it hopped away to sulk in a dark corner.
Before Lucy could say anything, she again felt her body become weightless, and the witch seemed to be moving away from her. But then her back hit something hard and an iron door slammed shut in front of her; she was trapped in a large cage hung from the ceiling.
Keep her company until the feast, the witch said. It would not be possible without her, and disappeared through the door.
Left alone with the goblins the bars of her prison were a comfort, but the situation was dire. She saw poor Wilfred sobbing in the corner, holding its injured leg, and she realized her only chance. She called out to him, and despite trying to ignore the girl, every time he heard her say Wilfred something stirred inside him. Finally he could not resist, and limped over to her.
What wants ugly girl?
Wilfred, dont you remember me? We were friends. Years ago.
We has no names. We what Lady wants.
Why do you let her treat you like that, Wilfred? Lucy cried.
Lady gives what we deserves. We naughty boys, plays in the forest. Naughty boys gets to serve Lady. Naughty girls...
With a mischievous grin on its face the goblin limped over to a brittle wooden chest under a pile of torn dresses hanging from a nail, and flung it open. Lucy screamed as she saw the shadowy pile of skulls within.
*
Outside Liza had been sitting by a base of a tree at the edge of the clearing with tears in her eyes, grieving her lost sister and regretting letting her go in so easily. She had been too scared by those cruel faces in the dark to go near the house again, but now her sisters scream startled her to her feet.
She ran to the door, half hoping it would be locked, but it opened by itself the moment her fingers touched it. She saw nothing inside, but as she stepped over the threshold, the door slammed shut and she too was in the realm of the silver candelabrum. She saw the goblins grinning at her, and her sister in her cage. She ran to her, but the cage door would not budge. The maniacally laughing goblins approached the new arrival when the witch again appeared at the door.
We gots both, they chanted. We gots both!
The witch stared at the trembling girl whose hands were spread to protect her caged sister, surrounded by hissing goblins. But while the witchs eyes were directed at the girl, her gaze saw through time; such sisterly love reminded her of her own again. Centuries ago, on a dismal dawn of May 1st, a grey overcast sky hung heavy over the brown ground still soft and muddy from the night rain. She saw a solitary mirthless tree on a wet hill, its crooked leafless branches like dirty claws. Now on her knees, she looked up and reached to grab a pair of filthy boots, the dirt from their slow dance of death falling on her face and clinging to her tears, and she saw her sisters distorted face look down on her above its swollen throat.
The witch came to, and the goblins around her were frightened by her deranged face.
Oh, what have I done to you, little darlings, the witch wailed as she desperately began caressing the little goblins, her ancient wrinkly face now only tired and forlorn, the harsh cruelty having subsided; a blunt rusty blade remained of a sharp dagger. Such innocent creatures, what beasts Ive made you. What beasts!
The goblins, confused by their Ladys distress, stared at the witch and each other in turn. Lady no wants eat? they asked with uncertain voices.
No, my darlings, the witch cried, the cage door suddenly opening. Im sorry. Im sorry for everything!
As Liza helped Lucy out of the cage, something happened that caused them to flee the hut and never return. The goblins jumped at their Lady, and tore her open with their claws and teeth.
Now in that hut in the middle of the forest, in a deep armchair, sits a witch with her lifeless eyes fixed on the wall, her goblin minions forever waiting for their Ladys command.