Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
We both nodded.
I giggled when I read the title of the spell. “To make a man fall…”
Looking up at her, I frowned. “We never finished writing the name of the spell. How do we know this is the right one?”
“I’m, like, 95 percent sure that is the right spell.”
“Good odds.”
She nodded.
Clearing my throat, I picked up the white sage and lavender smudge stick that we had lit earlier and moved it around, letting the smoke and scent fill the air as I read. I’d need to fill in the rest of the title of the spell since I wasn’t sure what it really was.
“To Make a Man Fall…for you!”
Kristin giggled.
I used my best spell-making voice as I said, “You need an eye of newt.”
Kristin handed me a mustard bottle. “I couldn’t find any mustard seeds in your pantry.”
“It will have to do.” I put a few drops around Lucas’s picture as we both giggled.
“Um, next is toadstool powder!”
Baby powder and a mushroom appeared in my hand. I sprinkled the powder over the picture, then put the mushroom on it.
“Wing of bat!” I called out and dropped a bat that I had hanging up on my wall as part of my Halloween decorations.
“Hair of man.” I looked up at her. “I don’t have a piece of his hair.”
She grinned. “Yes, you do! Remember in second grade, when you put bubble gum in his hair, and your mom had to cut it out? You saved it!”
I was about to argue with her that I hadn’t kept it but decided it wasn’t worth it. She knew everything about me. I stood up, swayed slightly, and then pointed to her. “You’re right! Be right back!”
Racing up the steps, I couldn’t help but wonder, even in my drunken state, if it was a little bit weird that I had kept his hair all those years.
After searching through a box of stuff from high school, I found the baggy with Lucas’s hair in it. I raced back downstairs, slipping and taking the last three steps on my ass. I rushed into the living room and held up the bag.
“His hair!”
Kristin grabbed the bag and opened it, pulling a few small strands out and putting them in my hand. I drew in a breath and dropped them on our pile.
“What next?” she asked.
“Um…spirit of a raven.”
We both looked at each other before Kristin lit up. “Here, let’s use this!”
She grabbed a piece of black licorice and handed it to me. I held it up and said, “I declare you to be the spirit of a raven!”
The fire in the fireplace popped, and we both screamed, then fell into another fit of laughter.
“Not a witch, my ass!” Kristin cackled.
I tossed it onto the pile as we both fell into a fit of laughter.
“Next is…ew, gross. It’s snake venom and spider legs!”
Kristin screwed up her face.
“I have an idea!” I got up and walked outside, returning with a rubber snake and spider I got off one of the displays on my porch and held them up.
“Voila! Problem solved.”
Kristin pointed to me. “Oh, my God, you’re so smart.”
I dropped down to the floor and held up the decorations. “I declare you the venom-filled snake thing, and you, spider legs!” I tossed them onto the pile, and a crack of thunder from outside rattled the house.
Kristin crinkled her nose. “Was it supposed to storm?”
“Don’t you know?” I asked with a laugh. “I’m a witch!”
“Okay, but what does the thunder outside have to do with that?”
“I don’t know!” I said as I started to laugh, which made her laugh.
We laughed so hard, I had tears sliding down my face. It took a good ten minutes before I could regain control.
“Okay, back to the spell!”
“Right. Right. Okay…. It says to… Let’s see. Mash it, crunch it, mix it all together. Say his name three times and put him in sunder. I’m not putting my hand in the mustard, so we’ll just do this.”
Picking up the black candle, I tipped it and held it over the pile so it could drip onto it all.
“Lucas Dayton. Lucas Dayton. Lucas Dayton. I put you in sunder! And so it is, the spell is cast. So mote it be.”
I blew out the candle and looked at Kristin who handed me a glass of wine.
“Cheers to getting Lucas to fall for you.”
We clinked glasses, and I downed my drink.
The loud knocking at my front door jerked me up into a sitting position. My head was throbbing, and my stomach instantly rolled.
“Oh, dear God, how much did I drink?”
A quick glance around the room told me I had most likely drunk a lot. Every single light was on, and Frank Sinatra’s “Witchcraft” was playing on my phone and appeared to be on repeat.
Kristin was curled up into a ball on the large bean bag chair, clutching a book in her arms.