which witch whatA Poem by annie leea rengo -- a little something for All Hallows Eve
tobias hooker knew how to cast a witching spell: a monotone rasping in his throat, one arm extended, finger pointing to a bleak somewhere. as he spoke, his stomach caved inward, as if words were draining the essence of his soulless self. his eyes rolled back and his teeth bared, even the brave among us, the unbelievers and the cynic felt the chill as the dark words washed over all of us. smiling, he stopped, laughed, “it tis a joke,” tobias hooker said. “my ol’ granny taught me when I was a boy. c’mon, let’s go to the pub and lift a few in honor of my ol’ late gran.” so off to the pub we traipsed to drink a pint or two. but we took care, we did, ‘cause tobias hooker knew. © 2013 annie leeReviews
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