Slewfoot: A Tale of Bewitchery

by Brom

“Why does her mother not ask the Christ God to heal her child?” “She has. We all have. Many, many, prayers.” “And this Christ God does nothing?” Abitha shrugged. “We shall see. Sometimes God helps, sometimes He does not.” Samson shook his head. “They need a better god.”

Why be the rabbit, it seemed to ask, when you can be the wolf?

“If it is a witch they want,” she hissed, “then a witch they shall have.”