Strange Brew
by Tiffany H.
White
“They must think I’m
a mug.” the sugar bowl says, fed
up with cup-a-soup abuse. “Bit of a
crackpot theory, old china.” smirks the milk
jug, melting the butter with a wink as the pot
calls the kettle a bad word: the kettle’s nearly
at boiling point
There’s trouble on the
brew in hell’s kitchen.
Hecate stirs things up with
an adder’s fork and plenty of spit. Charming Circe
thinks, tells her sister she's weird then
asks “Isn’t Endora cooking tonight?”
“Make no bones about
it” Hecate cackles “She is.”
The pot bubbles over with a
whizz-pop noise and turns rather red.
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