Mad Week

I've been so busy this week I haven't had the time to sit and write for five days, which is very frustrating! But the sun is out and I've got my flip flops on so who cares! Here is an excerpt from The Charm, Chapter Two.

Angela – a plump, highlighted housewife who thrived on village gossip – leaned over the table towards her three friends, her blouse straining at the buttonholes, hardly able to contain her ample breasts and bulging belly.

‘Did you hear that?’ she hissed, taking a shifty glance over her shoulder to make sure the recipients of her impending lambasting were out of earshot.

‘Bits and pieces. What were they on about?’ asked Jan, jabbing her forefinger at minute crumbs of chips at the bottom of the bowl.

Jackie looked puzzled and started fiddling with her new phone.

‘Spells. Magic. Making charms. Burying them in the bloody garden!’

She took a hefty gulp of vodka and almost choked on an ice cube.

The other three women abruptly stopped what they were doing and stared at her agog, mouths gaping, eyes on stalks.

‘I always knew there was something funny about her from the florists! Nobody would listen to me though! And the other two she hangs around with… freaks, the bloody lot of them! Especially that one with the long white hair and funny teeth!’ Angela spluttered, her hands twitching nervously as she fiddled with the hemline of her navy cardigan.

‘Can you believe it, Liz? Can you actually bloody believe it? Here! In Casworth! I dread to think what the vicar’s going to say…’

She looked at the women, the fear of god instilled within her. They gawped back in disbelief, shaking their heads in unison. Her voice was low, rasping and barely audible as she whispered shakily.

‘Those three… those three, sat there just now as bold as brass… are bloody WITCHES!’