Friday Fictioneer: Curses


Copyright -Mary Shipman

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.

The End


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