THE WITCH HOUR

“How did you survive the attack“

Grandma Elise has been quiet since he and Alex came to sit under the Oak tree at the back of the big house. Her mind was so full of questions but her tongue so heavy to speak and her mouth so hard to ask. Alex has also been mute, he knew there was a sack full of curiosity within him to empty; but he was waiting for the old woman to clear her mind first and not burden her with anything she doesn’t want to say. Her first question made his heart smile and hurt at the same time. His memories pushed their image into his eyes, and it watered over.

“My father sent me away on the pretense that I have to school abroad. I was angry at him at a point in time because I felt he was trying to erase my existence from my home, he was pushing me away because he did not want me to be happy with my life ; how wrong I was. He was saving me from the lion’s den and I had no idea. I felt something was off when he came home one night very angry about a smuggling in his own h