Cursed

Friday Fictioneers

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields,our host at FF and writer par excellence,wants us to write a 100 word story based on this picture prompt,this week:-)

                                                                        Copyright – Sean Fallon

 

Ah,now if only I had not lost my magic pen-what?Okay,okay the magic mouse and the magical keyboard!Sigh-such nitpicking!

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Cursed

Just as Cecelia’s lips met his, he heard an angry hiss.

“You, a mere mortal dared touch a witch’s daughter!”

“But Ma, Horace loves me!”Cecelia cried.

“Wench! I will deal with you later.”

With that she zapped Cecelia who disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Horace knew he was in dire trouble when she pointed her wand at him and began chanting,” Blood run cold, skin turn white, break into parts and turn into doll !”

 

Horace’s head hurt.

 Opening his eyes, he was shocked to see his naked torso and legs nearby.

His life as a mannequin had begun!

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