The viscous liquid bubbled like bog mud over the sides of the cauldron, dripping into the flames with a hiss and a sizzle and the scent of burnt ivy. Ravenna thrust her wizened face into the steam, sniffing noisily and smacking her gums as if tasting the noxious aroma.
“Almost, Mr. Nightshade.” Fingers absently scratched the midnight head that butted her elbow insistently. A sudden yank drew a whisker from his chin, dropping it in where it hissed as much as he did.
“Sorry but… well damn Nora’s eyes for turning you anyway!” Injured pride met aggravation and she planted an apologetic kiss on his head. Her withered hand slicked scraggly dreadlocks back from her face as she ladled the pea-green slop to her lips.
Her pained wails were drowned out by the howling wind and banging shutters until nothing remained save Nightshade staring intently at her pile of haggard clothes on the floor.
Meoowww, he called, deep and throaty. His back arched as Ravenna emerged, sleek and sexy.
Leaping gracefully to a nearby chair, she stretched and clawed and offered him a prim prrowww, a seductive invitation. He yowled his desire as she dashed out into the night. Nightshade gave chase, eager for a midnight romp with his wife.
Sorry, I broke word count. A bit rusty this week. Thanks for your indulgence. For more info on Terri Guiliano Long's #BlogFlash2012, visit her blog and all the other contributors here.
Great summer reading!