Friday Fictioneer: Curses
The house was over 200 years old. Father built it when I was five. I have lived in it ever since.
Not by my choice.
At 21, I fell in love with an older married man. His wife was a witch.
She turned him into an ass.
I was cursed to live without love for the rest of my life. As long as the house stood, I could never leave, not even in death.
For more than 200 years I have been bound to this house.
Today a tornado turned the house into rubble.
It no longer stands.
Today I’m free.
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