The Hag Has an Appointment
and prepares for public appearance.
The hag walks through her garden, mumbling at herself. “You asked for it, you wanted it,” she says aloud, startling the chickadees perched on the garden fence. “It’s for your own good,” she notes, kneeling to pull some bindweed trying to invade her prized tomato patch.
The hag’s hands, feet, and face are all dirty, garden…
