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Hereafter

from Yawn by David Hartley

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Hereafter

Beth took the boys back to the playground and, sure enough: witches.

“Told you,” mumbled Duncan.

There were two on the swings, kicking spindly legs to be the highest, and a third who just couldn’t get enough of the slide. Spot growled and yipped but the trio didn’t seem to notice.

“Don’t wanna play anyway,” said Malcolm.

“You will play,” said Beth. “On my life you’ll play.”

She let Spot off his leash and he yap-yap-yapped his way to each witch in turn. They were delighted. They fussed him, hugged him, then started sizing up his hind legs, his eyeballs, his teeth. Their lips flickered incantations.

“Oi,” said Beth. They looked at her. Rain fell.

“Oi?” said slide-witch.

“This is a children’s play area.”

“Mum, it’s raining…”

“It’ll stop,” said Beth through gritted teeth. Then: “Go on, clear off.”

The swing-witches yawned and gave Spot one last fuss. They meandered over to Beth and the boys. Slide-witch spat out chewing gum and followed. She pointed at Duncan.

“Glamour model,” she said.

Duncan tutted. She pointed at Malcolm.

“Couture.”

Malcolm turned away, buried his face in Beth’s sleeve. A swing-witch caught her eye and winked. Slide-witch nodded.

“King,” she said.

“King?” said Beth.

Slide-witch shrugged. “Hereafter.”

“But we want the dog,” said a swing-witch.

“Yeah. We keep the dog.”

Beth looked down at the hound. He waggled over, pressed his stupid weight against her leg. She looked at the boys. They were sodden. Duncan was shaking his head but he said nothing.

Eyebrows flicked. Pupils flared. Tongues between lips. Spot whined, shuffled, nuzzled her.

“Out, dammit, Spot,” she said. “Get out.”

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from Yawn, released April 11, 2020

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