Witchy Woman

By Jim Hagarty
2016

I was driving along a street in my town today when I noticed an odd object on someone’s front lawn. The owners of this home have a nice park bench on their lawn which they put there for tired pedestrians to sit awhile and rest. Very nice of them. They have it chained to a tree for safekeeping. I have sat on the bench a time or two and was grateful for it.

Today, I saw what I was sure was a Halloween decoration on the bench. The figure of a woman with silver hair and wearing a long black cloak over black clothing underneath. Very well done, I thought. That should scare some kids. I thought it was a bit strange that the figure was not wearing a black pointy hat a witch might wear, but maybe it blew off. It was windy today.

When I got closer, I had a bit of a scare of my own. The figure was not a mannequin or model of any kind but a real person. That was my first surprise.

My second one was, I know her.

Maybe she was on her way home from a Halloween party.

I will leave it at that.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.