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Click here"As a matter of fact, not far. I've taken the opportunity to look for a home for Ed, the girls, and me. He's certain to be hired for the teaching position at BC, and we want to leave Hollybrook with its bad memories behind."
I realized as she spoke that Esse had been maneuvering behind the scenes. My dreams, the new job, and my discovery of my wife's infidelity. No unexplainable miracles were involved. Visions of the past disguised as dreams, A nagging doubt, a lost bag, a job opening, an interview stacked with witches, and perfect timing on a trip to Miami and back.
Just luck, you might say. Was it good luck or bad? Three hundred years before, the people of Hollybrook had bad luck. Were we to blame?
My wife was speaking. Actually, she was shouting.
"Listen, you bitch! I don't know who you think you are, but no one is going to take away my husband and kids!"
"No one is taking them away. You threw them away. I've been waiting a long time for my man. Still, I gave you every opportunity, and all you did was cheat. As for Sarah and Patty, I'll let them choose, but you already know where their hearts lay. Don't you, bitch."
At this point, Frank tried to put himself between the two women who looked about to physically attack each other. But he tripped and fell, hitting an end table on the way down. He was bleeding from a head wound. There was a significant amount of blood. Lucy and Sheila rushed to his aid. Oscar fainted.
Esse pulled out a phone and called for assistance. Then she whispered in my ear, "I think my work here is done."
She pulled me from the house and, once outside, I asked, "Where to now?"
"I think we should spend a few days with Alice Parker while we look for a house. But we need to stop and pick up the twins on the way. They're missing their daddy."
"Alice won't mind?" I asked.
"Oh no. She's expecting—looking forward to meeting—Sarah and Patricia."
I put my arm around her as had the other Edward so many years before. We walked toward a new life—free, I hoped, of the past.
- COMMENTS
AnotherChapter8 days ago2nd time through and still so impressed with this captivating story of yours. Yes, I can agree with so many of the comments that the ending could have well been drawn out and some of the loose ends tied off. Still, your tale has this other-worldly feel that does not perhaps lend itself to deep scrutiny. For instance how are the twins girls tied into the witch genealogy if their mother clearly is a bitch but not a witch, the MC is descended in some direct line, so I suppose there could be a connection, yet he seems to have no power of his own, as things are seemingly arranged for him. Nevertheless, a great entertaining story, and sure, it could have a sequel that could answer questions and raise more!hope you have not stopped writing, but I have gotten those same requests and have moved on to other things, so I can only hope you are happy with whatever you have chosen to do.
Folding10 days agoFirst of your stories I've read but hopefully not the last. Very few stories find me hoping for a chapter 2 but this one does.
Lecheman11 days agoOk, so the story was looking good until the last segment - yup, lost me.
Feel like there is info missing and definitely a follow up as I cannot see the MCs wife just letting her kids go.
