Time for penning those magical(or mundane) 100 words or so for Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s wonderful site FF.(For more information and fun ,go to http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/12/11/13-december-2013/). Rochelle always manages to set the bar high with her excellent writing and this leaves writers like me scratching their heads and staring blankly into space.This time was no exception, with my migraine being the icing on the cake.So without much ado,let me just get down to posting my 102 words story(including the title)based on this photo prompt ,provided by Adam Ickes:-)
Copyright – Adam Ickes
Goblin in boots
Goblin Trotsneak sat on a toadstool weighed down by over sized boots, looking morose.
His mischievousness had cost him his freedom.
Everyone had warned him but paying no heed he had gone skipping.
He was confident he would not get caught.
First, he had switched potions gleefully.
Then the boots on the windowsill beckoned.
As he was dropping them into the cauldron, Grey Witch had flown in and cast her deadly spell.
“You dared enter
a witch’s haunt
forever now bear the brunt
the boots you touched
will grow on you
for eternity may
the curse be on you.