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| Very poisonous |
When mysterious
plants invaded Miz Winifred’s weed-infested garden, she was overjoyed and relieved.
“Finally! What took you so long?!” Soon tall stems were loaded with round deep purple
berries. Winifred hurried to pick them, a basket over her arm.
As she plucked the berries, the townspeople clustered
at her corroded gate, clamped tightly
with a rusted lock.
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| Grape jelly, maybe |
They were brimming
with unease, baffled by the
plants with the inviting berries and Old Miz Winifred. A premonition of graven events coming soon shivered through them, and all
scurried to the safety of home and hearth.
On a cast iron oven, a black cauldron bubbled with toxic
herbs, spider pieces, rats’ tails, and black wine, to which Miz Winifred added
the dark purple belladonna
berries.
Soon the mixture was cooling in
the glass jelly jars, tightly sealed.
“Splendid!”
She cackled, packing jars in her basket and climbed onto her broom, launching
off into midnight sky. Almost missed our Annual Witch and Wizard
Meeting! They so love my jelly!
Many thanks to Delores at "Under the Porch Light" for providing two lists of 6
each in Thursday Trauma. Delores is a
delightful blogger who has quite an imagination! Please pop over to her site, and if you wish,
leave your own take in her comment section OR at your own site.
Enjoy your own "Hallowed Eve"!
