The Witch of Shade Mountain

Fiction by Kevin Joseph Reigle

Ma said you ought not to spit. But it’s a habit I picked up from playing kick the can. When I’d lose, I’d get so mad, I’d spit.

After kick the can, we’d wander down to the intersection, and Ma would get so mad cause for some reason cars kept running the stop sign. No one seemed to know why until this one lady got pulled over and said it was the witch who…