Yay it’s Saturday again! Welcome to another snippet of my work in progress, The Brinded Cat. Last week had our witch trooping through the rain to Cockfosters (yes, I’m sure you’ll all remember that!). This is a first draft so while I hope there are no embarrasing mishaps, I can’t promise anything. Anyway enjoy!
The Brinded Cat
He had a point so I closed my eyes and took a couple of deep breaths to calm myself. I was meant to meditate as part of my release agreement with the witch hunters, but I’m not really a meditating sort of person.
Fin, as my employer, is responsible for me in the absence of my aunt, the matriarch of the coven I was born into. He is supposed to make sure I’m not up to any nefarious deeds and to report me if I am. Not that I would. And not that he would either.
I heard the rattle of a teaspoon on mugs and smiled. We usually fought over who had to make the tea. As we were the only people who worked here, the competition was fierce. Fin was the owner and he called me his secretary, for which he usually received a dead arm.
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