Red Hair Crush — A Witch's Curse

My aunt said all the good men are gone. Cockroaches run the world now. Maybe she meant mind my own business.

Obviously, I didn't learn. When a roach scurries by, not stomping it is rude.

This Sanel was Mom's birthday gift. You did that on purpose! No, I didn't. I know you hate me,

but I didn't think you'd splash me. Posed like a squashed frog, ruined my appetite for salad. What's up?

Looking for trouble again? Just wanted to shake her awake, then post on Whisper. Oh, forgot to mention.

We're witches. Our family bears an uncrackable curse. Girls can never fall in love. Love someone,

and they die. Witches before always doubted it, fell in love anyway, and attended their men's funerals on time.

So, our mom chose to run away, as if distance would save her.