Inspired By The RDP Prompt: LADDER
There is not a stick of furniture
in the Witch’s House
which stands alone in a field, down the hill from where I live.
One of the walls is missing and so are the window panes, the chimney is
still there and a moss covered ladder is leaning against the fireplace
But there isn’t a stick of furniture in the Witch’s house and I’m not sure there ever was.
When I’m feeling down, or reckless and I want to blow off a little steam
I walk down to the Witch’s house and from the front yard I will scream
” Is anybody home? I’d knock but your door is gone. Is it okay if I come in? ”
And as bold as brass I will stand in the doorway
and call for her again and just before I walk away
I always hear her say,
” Go away you bloodsucking fiend, and crawl back into
your coffin, that soured the Earth
up the Hill from where I live.