MICRO MONDAY • HALLOWEEN • FLASH FICTION
The Witch’s Broomstick
“Do you know what witches used broomsticks for back in the day?”
“Who do you think got more sweets?” Carrie asked, holding her orange jack-o-lantern bucket in the air.
“Definitely you,” I giggled. “Although mine is pretty full!”
“I’m sure those kids are pissed. The dads in this street just filled these up,” Carrie chuckled.
“Well, we were a pair of slutty witches,” I said, as I stuck my tongue between my index and middle fingers.
We both laughed again. Carrie was my closest friend. Her bedroom was adorned with occult paraphernalia. It was the closest thing I had seen to a witch’s coven outside of movies.
“Oh,” I said, feeling something pressing between my legs.
I stared over at Carrie. She had slid the back of her witch’s broom between my legs.
“Hey, what are you doing,” I giggled nervously.
She smiled at me mischievously as she pressed the broomstick further, the tip pushing against the front of my panties. Her jet-black hair framed her pale face and blood-red lips beautifully.
“Do you know what witches actually used…
