Well, I don’t fill it. I just portion it out. We can’t go any smaller. They are already fighting each other. Hating each other. Those full portions aren’t dying and returning their shares. They just keep living, on and on and on.”
The sunshine was warming my hair, making my scalp prickle, the sweat film starting across my neck. I could feel my muscles relaxing, and my eyelids growing heavy. My skin soaked in the heat, warming me from the outside in.
I watched as I grew taller, slimmer, curvier, fuller. I watched as she became beauty personified. She was beautiful.
“Since you think I’m a failure of a witch, you won’t mind if I voodoo you into submission then, hmm?” They laughed and shooed her away as she stuffed their plucked hairs into her bag.