Fever… chills… upset stomach. The old witch couldn’t get out of bed even if she wanted to. And make no mistake, she wanted to.
Today was a big day. One she’d been looking forward to for weeks, ever since those two scrawny kids showed up on her doorstep.
She fed them, warmed them, nurtured them. Fattened them up to be honest. She had the perfect recipe picked out too, one heavy on butter and fresh herbs.
But now she needed to postpone, all because of a nasty bout of food poisoning.
Last time she’d mix newt eyes with bat wool.
The Weekday One Hundred 