down at the Witches Brew page 3

down at the Witches Brew page 3 by ric Gustafson


Miss Mabel bent down and picked up the stack of tarot cards. She began to put them into a tarot spread. She was trying to impress the customer who was sitting across from her. He sported a dark beard and wore white. She was frustrated because every time she tried to put them into order, the stack fell onto the floor.
" I don't know what's going on" she exclaimed as she bent down to the floor to pick them up. The phone rang. " I'll be right back". She walked over to the cash register and picked up the cordless phone. " Witches Brew, this is Miss Mabel". " Hi Martin" she said as she studied her customer. Something about him was sending chills down her bony body. She frowned as she listened. " You're not coming". She frowned at her customer. " Why not?". She cackled at the reason. " A turkey".
The customer stared at her.
" You wouldn't believe this" she cackled as she put the phone down. " The news is reporting a turkey was spotted on Main Street as if it was escaping the turkey farm before Thanksgiving". She grinned at the customer. " Everyone is calling him Lucas the Turkey".
She gave the customer another frown. " I almost had him".
Jesus quietly shook his head. " You can't have him".
Miss Mabel now studied the customer's face. " Nazarene".
Jesus put his scarred hands on the table. " He's confused but he believes in me". Jesus now stared at the witch. " Do not tempt him any longer with your sorcery".
She shook her black hair. " Suit yourself". She heard the bell ring over the front door. " There will always be someone else". She began to walk toward the front door. She turned to notice that the Nazarene was gone. Three young women had entered.
She gave a slight cackle. " Welcome to the Witches Brew".

The End

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