Hex and the City

by Kate Johnson

He wanted to take her in his arms here, right in front of her boring family, and show them that even if they didn’t think Poppy was good enough, he thought she was magnificent.

‘No, and witches weren’t burned,’ Poppy said. She blew on her hand, tossing whatever it held from side to side. ‘They were hanged.

The church where they’d just had sex. Really, really good sex.

‘Did … do you think we did this? When we…?’ His hand squeezed hers. ‘What, we were so hot we conjured an image of the Great Fire of London?’

‘Did I just get propositioned by an imaginary hooker?’

‘We both did. It’s nice to know bisexuality existed three hundred years ago.