Witch's Brew: The Bubbling Cauldron

Shay inhales; the air thick with sorrow and death. The fog hung heavy as the sun goes down, clouds as grey as smoke. In the distance, Shay picks up the sound of a woman wailing and weeping for her dear child. A smirk carves its' way slowly on her face.

As she continues walking down the plot of land (toward a dissipating crowd), she takes in her surrounding; well-groomed calla lilies grew everywhere, the sweet smell as intoxicating as its' poisonous roots. Tall tombstones stood in the grass, home to many famous families.

One stood out in particular. One that now houses the body of a recently deceased young boy named Adam who was taken far too soon for comfort. Shay stood under the tree, cocking her head to the side. The crowd was now a pair of man and woman, their backs facing you The woman's head buried deep in the man's chest as he tried to comfort her. His face was solemn, staring into the distance.

Have you read "Witch's Brew"?