1 Work by sunbare
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“The Witch is In” read the sign on the door.
Except that she wasn’t answering, no matter how many times Robin knocked or called out. The lanky girl adjusted her beaten jean jacket and shifted the small package further under her arm. She glanced around at the surroundings of the cottage again as she breathed a puff of warm air into her frigid fingers.
It was the beginning of autumn and the air had already begun to chill and smell of decaying leaves. The oak and maple trees surrounding the small shack were just starting to change colors from greens and yellows, to deep shades of oranges and reds. Leaning against one such tree lay Robin’s bike, still bearing the remaining packages for the rest of her route.
She had hoped to be done delivering the mail before nightfall, but she’d had difficulty finding the correct road to the village witch, and was now behind schedule. To make matters worse, she needed a signature to deliver the package, and the witch was nowhere to be found.
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Robin didn't expect her first meeting with the village witch to go like this.