A Girl from the Dark Realm
“Oh the moon is beautiful,” said Cynthia, as Bob brought his car to a stop near the top of the sea cliff.
“I knew you would like it,” said Bob smirking.
Cynthia stared at the scenery for a minute, mesmerized by the sea lit up by a full moon on a cold clear spring night. Then she looked around her to see where she was.
“Are we supposed to be here?” she asked, “Is it private land?”
“The farmer’s track up here is private land,” informed Bob, “but it’s also a public right of way, and so is the path along the top of the cliffs.”
“It is a lovely spot.” she said, “I never knew there was a place like this.”
“Apparently people don’t come here when its dark, because it has a reputation for being haunted,” he said.
“Haunted,” she said in surprise, “It’s surely too nice a place to have that sort of reputation.”
“My theory is, the farmer tells people strange things go on here, to stop people coming up here at night,” said Bob.
They were quiet for a moment and Bob undid his seat belt and put his arm around her shoulder.
Then she saw some-things fly past the moon.
“What was that?” she asked.
“What was what?” he inquired.
“There are things flying out there,” she said.
“You mean birds?” he asked.
“No they weren’t birds,” said Cynthia firmly, “I don’t know what they were.”
“It could be drones,” he suggested.
“I’m sure we would have heard them,” replied Cynthia.
“I didn’t see anything,” he said, “you must be seeing things.”
“I did see something,” she insisted.
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Alone on a coastal-path with a first-date who is about to get violent when she resists his advances, a young woman finds herself rescued by a group of women visible to her but not her abusive date.
A group of women who not only describe themselves as witches but ride broomsticks into the bargain.
Broomsticks with powers almost as great as their own and way beyond anything a mere man could either summon up or control.
The world to which they transport the young would-be victim for her safety, however, is a world where no man would dare lift the lightest of fingers towards a woman and the young visitor soon regards it as a world she would like to remain in.
A world in which, unlike the one she has just left, she could find a power of her own!