” Luca, Luca where are you.” Mother shouted.
” Coming!” I replied. I had only been out for an hour. It was unlikely that it was tea time. Thirty minutes ago it was lunch time.
It was surreal! An ample sized hand was tugging on our apple tree. I walked up to it and it suddenly grabbed me by the neck. I couldn’t breathe, mum just smirked at me it wasn’t funny. My mothers eyes transformed from brown to vivid red. He let go. A voice spoke, ” I can’t take a life, not of an order of the witch.” The witch was gone. Where is she?
Olivia & Brooke