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Submitted to Contest #327
When the kettle hums, it’s my cue to slither from the windowsill. The warmth curls around my scales like silk as my witch taps her spoon against the rim of the pot. Steam twirls in the air, carrying the scent of cinnamon and rosemary. Morning light pours through the glass panes, bending across the teacups that hang like tiny moons from the shelf. She hums a tune. I believe it's old, older than the hills and the air seems to hum with her. Magic always does that when she’s not thinking too hard about it. “Good morning, Sol,” she says, glancing...
Submitted to Contest #326
CW: Grief, loss He lived for that sound. Her laugh. It was light, musical. Sometimes it came out breathy and soft, other times it was bubbling up despite the wires and monitors that tried to weight her down. Her laugh was the most beautiful thing he had ever captured, and he was a photographer for a living. He collected stories from weddings, birthdays, from quiet streets to noises dinner parties. He did it all just so he can bring the world to her when she's stuck in these white walls. He hated her being in here but when it's them too, thes...
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