An Episode of Bewitched

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Ecrits Blogophilia Week 5.15 – What to do With Nosy Neighbors

Hard Bonus: Mention a weird food that people don’t usually eat (Snails)

Easy Bonus: Incorporate the phrase “by candlelight”

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It was a beautiful full moon night and Samantha Stevens was casting spells by candlelight. This spell was a particularly tricky one, it called for snails tails and dragon’s breath, both extremely hard to come by in this day and age.

Samantha’s other obstacle was that constant nosy neighbor of hers, Mrs. Kravitz. But Samantha was very quick on her feet and always knew what to do with Nosy Neighbors.

Just as the stunning Witch had all her ingredients ready to go into the cauldron, she heard that familiar screech, “Abneeerrrr!! Abner!! Come quick!!”

“Oh my Stars,” Samantha rolled her eyes and set down her wand, “What now?”
when she looked out the window, she saw Mrs.Kravitz looking out her own window back at her.

“Does that woman ever sleep?” Samantha mumbled.

“Abner look, see I told you she is a Witch!!”
“Gladys get away from that window and leave that poor woman alone!” Abner was nonplussed and going upstairs to bed.
“I’m telling you Abner she is up to something over there, I just know it!”

Samantha snapped her fingers and teleported from her house to Gladys Kravitz window, face to face she put a finger to her lips and smiled, “Now now Mrs. Kravitz don’t go telling everyone my little secret, or you will miss all the fun!”

Mrs. Kravitz’ mind was blown. All her wheels began spinning at once, and she was so shocked no words would come from her mouth.
Silently Mrs. Kravitz lifted open her window, leaned out and said, “What fun?”

“The fun I am about to show you.” with that Samantha twinkled her nose and changed Mrs. Kravitz nightgown to an evening gown, complete with hair coiffed and make up done.

“See you clean up real nice, Mrs. Kravitz. Come on now we don’t want to be late for the show.”

Mrs. Kravitz mouth was gaping and her eyes bugged out when she saw the extravagant red silk of her gown and white satin on her evening gloves. And before she could say what in the Jiminy Cricket…she was in the front row of a Bobby Darin concert at the Flamingo Hotel. Samantha at her side smiling like a cheshire cat.

“Is this your first time in Las Vegas Mrs. Kravitz?” Samantha beamed.
“We’re in Vegas?” Gladys was still in shock.
Just then a nice cocktail waitress leaned over and handed the ladies a pair of Gibson Martinis.
“Chin chin,” Samantha raised her glass and took a sip, watching as Mrs. Kravitz slowly gave in to the temptation and gulped down her drink. Then another, and another until an hour later she was dancing in the aisles and squealing like a school girl.
“Oh my God I love you Bobby!! Bobby!!!”
Samantha could not help but giggle, this was just too good. And certainly a night Mrs. Kravitz would never forget. Or would she?

With a flash and a bam they were suddenly back on Mrs. Kravitz front lawn.
“Heyyy,” Gladys glanced down at her feet, “I don’t wanna be home. Where’s Bobby? Hiccup. Hiccup.” she swayed a little and the Martini glass was still in her hand.

“Listen to me very carefully Mrs. Kravitz, I have a proposition for you?”

“A what now? I don’t want any prostitution…hiccup.”

“Did you enjoy tonight Mrs. Kravitz? Because if you did, I might be able to take you on more adventures like this one in the future.”

“Oh boy! Really? Can we see Elvis? Or the Beatles? hiccup.”

“Why sure we could, anyone you like. Anywhere you like. However the only way I can show you my world is if you keep my secret. You cannot tell another living soul what you know about me. Not even your husband.”

“Hiccup. I can do that easy-peasy. No problem sister, your secret is safe with me.”

“Well where I come from we have something like a pinky swear, can you repeat after me, “Witches Honor” and do this…” Samantha held her first two fingers in the shape of a V and framed them around her nose.

Gladys dropped her Martini glass and whipped her fingers up to her nose, slowly enunciating, “WITCHES HONOR”

Then she hiccuped again and said, “Does this mean I’m a Witch too?”

“Sadly no, Mrs. Kravitz but if you keep your word, you can live just like one anytime you want.”

“Deal,” smiled Mrs. Kravitz putting her hand out to shake Samanthas.

Samantha smiled and the two parted ways. Just as Gladys entered her house the evening gown changed back to a nightgown and her hiccups disappeared.

Walking into her own house, Samantha crossed her fingers, “Here’s hoping I can finally get some peace around here.”

“Samantha!! Where have you been?” An angered Darren came bounding down the stairs in his blue bathrobe.

Samantha just shrugged, oh well no rest for the wicked.



The End.