Nov 23, 2020
3 min read
A Magic Maker
Fiction Short
Once upon a hill lived an old woman with scraggly grey hair wrapped in a bun. Wisps of curls laced her face top and side like bunches of frayed cotton balls. She rarely went to the market or outside except to tend her garden and then only on Sundays. Her mailbox was attached to her porch wall outside her door.
She ate from the abundance of her garden and froze the meat from her pigs and ate…
