@stevendbrewer@wandering.shop

Her mind exploded with a rush of color and sound. She took another puff and another. Then she set the pipe on her bedstand and laid down while she exhaled. Her thoughts emptied out as her consciousness began to sail through a dark and formless void. (2/4) #wss366

After the other witches left, Gretchen went into her bedroom and got a pinch of her special mix from the jar on the back shelf. She sat on the edge of her bed while she loaded her pipe and tamped it down. Then she lit the mixture and inhaled. (1/4) #wss366

I wrote a reflection on the role of fantasy in my writing. https://stevendbrewer.com/maybe-not-my-every-fantasy/ #writinglife

Kendrick Park in Amherst. #WesternMass

Abby, Tammy, Molly, and Jill — they were the weft that tied everything together. And Gretchen herself, she was the weaver that gave them all purpose and kept them aligned.
As the last one arrived, Gretchen tapped out the embers from her pipe, and then followed them into the house. (3/3) #wss366

The witches thought of their working as weaving the elements of the spell together. But Gretchen thought of the coven itself in the same terms. Mani, Penny, Becky, and Jan — they were the #warp that provided the structure. (2/3) #wss366

Gretchen sat outside the door smoking her corncob pipe as the other witches arrived.
They nodded at her as they approached, one after another, and respectfully said, "Mum."
She clamped the elderberry stem of her pipe between her teeth and nodded back at each. (1/3) #wss366