Hundred and twenty

BECCA:

I looked at the old witch who had been mean to me, she smiled at me this time. Her yellow eyes expanding as though she found a play thing. My heartthump thinking I might be the plaything.

By my side was an older man, he looked very lean. His face was frenzied like he was a baby who just poured a whole bag of flour away.

The old witch came to sit by my leg side and then she tapped my leg and said,

“Wake up you are not dreaming, we have a lot to discuss!”

“Huh, what discussion?” I was quick to say to her shocked that she would want to discuss it with me. She was the same person that shouted that it wasn't possible and that I should go away from her abode.

“You know him?” She asked, using her eyes to point at the man beside me. I looked back at the man who raised his head with something I guessed was hope. However, I didn't recognize him. I had never seen him in my entire existence yet a familiar scent was coming from him.

I looked back at Clara, I would call her Clar