Sam and Dirk sat at a table by the window in the White Swan, or the Mucky Duck as they lovingly called it. Sam looked a Dirk’s face, his blue piercing eyes were full of excitement. He’d seen that look before, but not for a long time.
“You really believe the old hag is a Witch?” Sam asked.
“Old Hag? There’s nothing old about her, and she’s not a hag, she’s a vision of beauty?”
“I haven’t seen her since we were kids, I’m surprised she’s still alive.”
Dirk sat back in his chair. “I was mushrooming a couple of days ago. I wandered into the woods, better mushrooms in there, best I’ve ever seen. Didn’t realize how far I’d gone. Thats when I saw here. She was out gathering herbs.”
“How do you know it was her?”
“I didn’t think at first, she was a mere slip of a girl, long black hair. I was quiet as a mouse, watching her. I could see the old witches cottage in the distance, smoke coming from the chimney. I thought it was the old hag’s granddaughter. Don’t know how she knew I was there, she didn’t even turn around, just spoke.”
Hi Dirk, I haven’t seen you in I long time.
Sam started laughing, “I think you were picking magic mushrooms, how many did you eat?”
Dirk continued, “I took a step closer to her and she turned around and looked at me. She was a vision. If only I was 20 years younger?”
“That would make you fifty, still too old.”
Derek seemed not to hear Sam mocking him, “She looked me in the eye and I felt young, alive. She smiled at me.”
Not scared of me anymore? You used to run when I looked at you.
“She took a step closer and I could feel her breath on my face. It smelled of the forest. She stroked my cheek and my skin tingled.
Dirk turned his face, “Look Sam, look at my cheek.”
Sam’s vision wasn’t what it used to be, so he took his spectacles out of his top pocket to take a closer look. Sam’s cheek appeared to have a scar on it, only it wasn’t a scar, it was a strip of perfectly soft, clear unwrinkled skin.
“Do you see it Sam, do you see what she did?”