Layla laid down in her bed, not knowing what would happen next, but excited by the possibilities. Thirty minutes later, as she lost consciousness, she woke up in the middle of a field. She was wearing a red dress and flats, a leap from her conservative cotton pajamas.
It was daylight, and she could smell the sea. She knew the peculiar, saltiness of the odor. Layla was in the northeast, but where?
As she walked softly through the field, not knowing what she'd find, she heard the screams coming her way.
"Witch! Witch! Witch!"
"Not Salem," uttered the powerful Wiccan.
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Jason Ray Morton
Writing has become more important as I live with cancer. It's a therapy, it's an escape, and it's a way to do something lasting that hopefully leaves an impression.
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Fabulous!!! Left a ♥
Great story, Jason. Well done.
Ah damn! That would be my luck too, lol. Great entry!!
This was very intriguing! I enjoyed this a lot :)
Nicely done
Nice story ✨
Damn the luck! And on top of it, it would have to be technically true.
Run! Good story Jason 😎
if she is a witch the one place she doesn't want to be