you hear me? I hate you— you disgust me! You’re not worth the pains I took to get you!’
He gripped her shoulder and shook it, setting his teeth in fury. He yanked the detested comb from her hair, ripping the blonde locks with it, and dashed the thing to the planks beneath his feet, stamping until the plastic snapped and splintered under his heel.
‘You’re nothing! You’re nothing!’ he cursed until his breath ran short, and then pulled her near to resume his diatribe.
But the woman in his grasp was no longer Bridget. He no sooner saw than realised that she was, in fact, the Witch of Cromer herself. And in that very instant of recognition he fell headlong in love with her, his tirade transformed into a hard, desperate kiss, as the first flickers of the thunderstorm seared the horizon.
The end
Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed the story. It’s taken from my collection called The Green Lady and Other Stories. Find more stories and illustrations at www.benjaminial.com.
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