Witch's Steet

Mary looked out the window and pointed excitedly. "Look mommy," she said, "its the witch's street." That's what Mary called a winding twisty stretch of road a few miles long. It was thin and narrow surrounded on both sides by ancient trees whose branches hung over the road creating a tunnel. All the houses where were over a hundred years old and had an eerie look to them and was the reason Mary had dubbed the area the witch's street.

"That's right Marry," said her mother.

"Does that mean were going to the play place."

Her mother laughed, "You'll see. You'll see." It was Mary's 6th birthday today and her mother promised her a surprise and wouldn't tell her were they were going.

Mary pretended to look disappointed but the truth was she couldn't wait to see what her mother was planning.

Mary stared out her window as her mother rounded another sharp bend imagining all the witches that lived there. There were the good ones and the bad ones. The good ones road their brooms for fun they had big sleek black cats as friends who could talk to them. Mary liked animals especially cats and only good witches could talk to animals.

Mary smiled at she imagined a good witch coming out of the blue house they were passing. She was in her twenties with her brown hair pulled pack into a bun in the style Mary had seen on TV and was bringing her broom out. Dear and bunnies were peaking their heads out timidly from behind the trees making sure she was a good witch. Good witch attracted all kinds of cute animals. The whole seen was a lot like Snowhite.

The bad ones were green and had long black hair and big pointy hats just like in The Wizard Of OZ. The good witches watched out for them and made sure they didn't hurt anybody. They weren't even that bad though. They just were mean sometimes.

Mary closed her eyes and waited as she approached her favorite part of the road. Suddenly, she her stomach felt weird and then settled back down. Her mother always said when she had that feeling her stomach was dropping out. Mary imagined her stomach, a huge round pink thing the size of her entire torso dropping like a rock down to her feet witch were dangling above the floor and out on to the bottom of the car and sitting there for a few moments until it was snapped like a slingshot back into its right full place just in time for the next bump in the road and for it to happen all over again.

Mary's mother watched her daughter's reflection in the review mirror. And smiled seeing the girl's eyes closed. Mary had always had a very active imagination. At first she thought it might just be normal child daydreaming but she began to notice that Mary was actually right and now that she was turning six she couldn't deny it anymore.

Mary had a rare gift. She could see things for how they really were. At the moment she did not know how to read her visions properly so her mind interpreted them the only way it knew how using ideas from her life such as movies. For example she thought this street had witches living on it. So the intentions and personalities of the people were portrayed as witches. Or at school Mary saw her teachers as the grumpy old stereotype or the nice sweat one.

Now though it was time for Mary to take control of her gift and learn to use it to her advantage. Six was the age training could began. Mary's mother smiled looking at her daughter fidget restlessly waiting for her surprise. It would be a surprise her life was about to change.

The end.