We didn’t give it much thought when she and her dozen or so cats moved into the cottage opposite. People around here are pretty private and so no welcoming invitations to tea and scones were extended and she made no effort to interact with us. That’s the way we like it.
When the spring arrived and the grass refused to green and the flowers to bud we realized that she was a malign presence.
Soon after we burnt her on the common behind the church, things went back to normal.
Burning is much more fun than praying, don’t you think?
This written in response to Rochelle Wishoff-Fields‘ weekly 100 word challenge.