Repeated downturns in her personal and professional life had forced her to reach out to the Shaman as a last desperate effort.
“There is a spell on you,” pronounced the priest, “find it in the basement of your home.”
With a lot of apprehension and anticipation, she opened the locked door of the basement. There it was! An orange colored cushion, with human head replica hanging from its side, and pins stuck to it.
“Life works in a strange way!” she wondered as she pulled out the pins, “I had stuck these \to get even with my cousin!”
Word Count : 98
This is an effort to write a flash fiction effort with the Friday fictioneers, 25th , Oct, 2019, using picture prompt provided by host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Other stories can be found here
Photo Prompt : Jean L Hayes