Magic in her fingers

Short story and watercolor painting by Kim C

As Willow and her trusty feline companion, Nera, soared through the sky, the bustle and noise of the city faded away below them. Willow's broomstick hummed softly as they left the urban landscape behind and flew towards the countryside.

It had been a long time since Willow had taken a break from her busy life as a witch. Her days were typically filled with spell-casting, potion brewing, normal work and endless errands. But today, she was determined to relax and enjoy the freedom of the open skies.

Nera purred contentedly as she nestled into Willow's lap, her soft black fur blending in with the folds of her long, flowing cloak. Willow smiled down at her and scratched behind her ears, grateful for the companionship of her furry friend.

As they flew over rolling hills and vast stretches of green fields, Willow began to feel the stress of her daily life melt away. The wind whipped through her hair and the warm sun beat down on her face, reminding her of the simple pleasures in life.

With magic sparkled in her hands, Willow conjured up a small picnic basket and a soft blanket, setting them down on a grassy hilltop. She and Nera settled down for a light lunch, surrounded by the peaceful sounds of nature.

As they ate, Willow couldn't help but feel grateful for the magic that allowed her to fly and experience the world from a new perspective. She knew that when she returned to her busy life as a part normal human and part witch, she would do so with renewed energy and a sense of calm.

For now, she and Nera simply enjoyed the freedom of the skies, savoring the tranquility of the countryside and the joy of being together.

Short story and watercolor painting by Kim C