The Heart of Arima...

March 25, 2014

It was getting dark by now and we’d lit dozens of candles around the room. When we worked magic it always tripped the electric and we got fed up with tramping outside in the cold to turn the breaker back on so now, we stuck to candles. It felt cosy and familiar, the bundles of herbs gave off their various scents, bringing with them memories of warmer days. It was nice, the two of us working, without trying to kill each other. I wished briefly that we were able to do this more often and that I could have an ordinary kind of grandmother, rather than a cross between a sex kitten and a sociopath but I guess nobody's perfect.




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