"But wise one, I'm ever so hungry."
"I gave you a heapin' bowl of soup not two minutes ago you little urchin!"
The old lady, eyes dark and leering from beneath her blue shawl, stared down at the little boy. Undaunted, the little boy held out the empty bowl in front of him.
"Please madam. I'd like some more."
"More? You want MORE?"
"Please madam. I'd like some more."
Styggian witches love invitations like that. "Very well. You shall have... MORE!"
The with waved her arms, then disappeared. The little boy looked into his bowl and saw it now full of boiling hot soup, rising and rising up the sides. The bowl overflowed and cascading soup burned his hands. He tried to drop the bowl but couldn't release it, and so he screamed in pain for several minutes, after which he looked down and saw no bowl or soup at all.
Night 3 is over.
This post has been edited by Path-Shaper: 10 July 2012 - 03:48 AM