[b]BOOK CLUB MEMBERS ONLY – FIRST NOVEL "WITCHES OF MIF

Deep in the heart of deserted middle England, Born-Feral was fed up. She felt as if she had been walking for days, her knuckles brushed the damp grass as she plodded behind her two new besty mates.

“Pebbles, Pebbles, it’s Pebbles I’m going to do her in I am”.

Blonde Bomber Bolton stopped dead in her tracks taking Born by surprise who, ricocheted off Blonde’s curvaceous bottom and landed on her own. Blonde turned around, hands on hips and looked down at Born.

“For the last time I am telling you it is not Pebbles, Claire read the letter again”.

Born shuffled into an upright position whilst ClaireWinofromWales rummaged in her rucksack, she hauled out a bottle of wine and unscrewed the top, whilst pulling out a large sheet of paper with the words “Eat me after reading” on the top .

Blonde snatched the letter from Claire, who took the opportunity to down the bottle in one.
“Right it says here, “All the witches of Miffedwick are requested to unite by order of The High Priestess”

Blonde passed the letter back to Claire who swiftly shoved it back in her rucksack whilst throwing the empty bottle over a hedge.

Blonde helped Born to her feet.

Claire was standing starring up at the moon. “Moon is a funny colour don’t you think blonde, got a funny red tinge around it?”

All three of them looked up at the full moon high in the sky. “oh no it’s Moonshadow” wailed Born, “its a proomonition!”

“Premonition” corrected Blonde. “Stop being so daft the pair of you or we will be late.”

Blonde continued to march off into the night leaving Born and Claire, with her rucksack clacking with bottles, running behind to catch up with her.

An hour later and three bottles down the BBC arrived at their destination. Gingerly pushing open the large wooden door, a huge orange ugly face appeared at which point Claire promptly passed out.

Claire came round to the sound of Born’s voice “it’s ok it’s just a pumpkin.”

Eventually all three of them, compossed themselves enough to step into the room and tried to adjust their eyesight to the dimness.

Phoenix had only arrived ten minutes before hand and was still only a quarter of the way through lighting her exquisitely scented candles from Cambodia ……. To be continued