I found this creative short I wrote many moons ago when blogging was an actual thing people did and would participate in different writing/story challenges. I’m amused. Smell the Witch (circa 2014) She woke in darkness. Underneath her was not the bed she had known, but a cold cement floor. The kind of cold you’d feel and wonder if it was wet. She sat up, feeling disoriented and scared. Her hair tumbled down to her elbows in a curly mess. She wiped away her bangs from her face and wondered where she was. A dim light flickered on just then, almost as if trying to show her an answer. One she couldn’t interpret well. She blinked to let her eyes adjust to the light. The walls around her were of old cobblestone brick and the floor was indeed cement. It was so cold she hugged her knees to her chest. She wanted to scream, but was in fear that it wouldn’t be help that arrived, if anyone did come to her. There was a large …