Mabel, a fan of tradition, believed that the most effective implement for sweeping her garden path was a besom broom of twigs tied onto a long handle. Finding her ancient one had disintegrated, she browsed the shelves of the local home store, discarding the soft polyproplene brushes and the slightly stiffer bristle efforts until she found what she was looking for.

As she walked down the aisle with it, she was halted in her tracks by a tiny boy, who stopped briefly, and turned on the spot before running quickly back to his mother. “Is she a witch?” he whispered, hiding behind her skirt and peeping out. Remembering that she had left the house in a rush without tying her hair into its usual neat bun, Mabel flicked her long grey locks out in untidy strands over her black coat, but made a point of winking at the boy’s mother to spare her obvious embarrassment.

It seemed a pity now not to savour the moment and play to her audience, so Mabel went straight to the display of doorstops and stroked and started up a loud conversation with the cat-shaped ones. In the kitchen section she inspected a large casserole pot and studied the labels of some bottles of fancy oils and jars of herbs. Her gutteral chant of ‘hubble bubble, toil and trouble’ was barely audible but could just be made out by any little ears close by. In the ornaments department, Mabel cradled a large glass ball with her hands and held it aloft to the light, whereupon she heard a gasp of amazement from her stealthy stalker.

“Have you got a car to get it home?” asked the assistant at the till, passing over the heavy broom.

“No problem, I’ll be self-propelled,” said Mabel, now really enjoying the moment.

She made a detour past her rapt admirer, who had a firm grip on his mother’s hand. “Room on the broom. Hop on,” she said with a grin.

The poor boy was last seen fleeing down the garden aisle, with mother in hot pursuit.

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Carrie OLeary
Carrie OLeary(@carrie-oleary)
11 months ago

This is a really fun story Susan that had me smiling until the very end. I could just imagine the ‘flight’ of the little boy down the aisle. Great stuff!

Paul Lewthwaite
Paul Lewthwaite(@paul-lewthwaite)
11 months ago

Susan, this was a really fun, cheery and mischievous story! Hope the boy didn’t have too many nightmares afterwards  ? 

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Paul Lewthwaite
Paul Lewthwaite(@paul-lewthwaite)
Reply to  Susan Dawson
11 months ago

Lol…semi-autobiograhical then? ?

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Melissa Taggart
Melissa Taggart(@melissa-taggart)
11 months ago

I love this story, Susan. In a world that has been quite serious as of late this put a smile on my face. The last line is my favorite, it gave me a good chuckle!

Sandra James
Sandra James(@sandra-james)
11 months ago

I have a feeling that little boy will be very well behaved every time his mother takes him shopping! Well done, Susan. Full of wonderful images and a great laugh 🙂

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Dipayan Chakrabarti
Dipayan Chakrabarti(@dipayan-chakrabarti)
11 months ago

It is a beautiful, funny story that makes me laugh. Superb, Susan!

Greene M Wills
Greene M Wills(@greene-m-wills)
11 months ago

Loved this story, Susan! It reminds me of something similar that happened to me when I was at uni. I used to be a Goth and I went heavy on the make-up and dressing. Several little kids in my building were always running away in fear when I was approaching…It improved during the spring when I started playing football with them… ? 

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Lotchie Carmelo
Lotchie Carmelo(@lotchie-carmelo)
10 months ago

I love it, Susan. Even though I am facing illness now caused by COVID 19, you have suddenly removed the sadness, loneliness, and pain from my body. It’s a fun read, Susan. Thank you for sharing.

Lotchie Carmelo
Lotchie Carmelo(@lotchie-carmelo)
Reply to  Susan Dawson
10 months ago

I am feeling better now, Susan. I am now recovering.

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