The sun had been golden all day, and the rain taking over the horizon from one second to the other was surprisingly dark and heavy.
„When did you realize that you really were a witch?“, I ask Layla.
Was it a lonely night on another kitchen floor?
Too much wine?
An aching heart asking for a spell?
Or a dark and lonesome visitor that could not be rejected?
Layla would smile sadly.
„When I told my first husband that I could not take another dead baby and did not want to become pregnant again, I got really close.“
Those words sent the sun beyond the horizon for good, and thank God Layla then blessed the night with her witching laughter. „He was really stupid about it. Although, I don‘t think he was just stupid. He did not want to take any other option into consideration, because in his mind his whole future had been placed in my uterus and I had to deliver, or else lose my place in his bed, his house.“
She rolled her eyes.
Words of a witch.
At least this was only her first husband …
Then my witch giggled.
„What was yours?“
I suddenly felt embarrassed.
Had I even really had one yet?
Wasn‘t all I ever did using Layla‘s presence to get through another surreal day?
I gave up sitting on the kitchen floor and lay down on my back.
„I think when I was furious with my body for having to breathe instead of seeing someone I love, I got close.“
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