Finding Your Voice: Practice 11

Eleventh practice from the Finding Your Voice class I bought from Holly Lisle.  This is not an affiliate link, although if you decide you want to buy a class from her, you can contact me, and I’ll set one up so we both benefit.  *smile*


Terri hurried to the shop ahead of the storm, terrified of what was coming. The weahter casters had been warning about this hurricane for weeks, but she only began to worry when the wind picked up, the rain began, and she saw her first witch.

Yes, witch, a slender woman perched precariously on nothing else but a broom, skirts flying as she navigated the stormy sky.

If Terri hadn’t seen her with her very own eyes she would have laughed, brushed off anyone who insisted it was true.  But she had seen her, and now she pushed open the shop’s interior door, the mellow scent of sandlewood rushing out to greet her.

“Sam?” she called, and she rubbed her hands briskly on her jeans to dry them. Her wind breaker dripped on the stone tiles, and her hair clung, bedraggled to her neck and jaw.  “Sam, you in?”

Footsteps, and a curvy woman with short cropped dark hair appeared from beyond a set of bookshelves.  Her brows arched and she smiled.  “Terri, what’s up?”

Terri hesitated, the words on the tip of her tongue, and then she blurted, “I saw a witch.”  At the skeptical look Sam cast her, she rushed on.  “Flying.  ON a broom.  In the sky.  I’m not kidding, and you’re the only one I could think to tell.  Am I going insane?”

Sam crossed her arms.  “What do you want me to tell you?  Do you want reassurance or the truth?”

Terri paused, taken aback.  Considered.  Finally, she firmed her jaw.  “The truth.”

“Don’t tell me I gave you no choice later,” Sam said, and she spread her hands.  “Welcome to the world’s biggest secret.”