Flash Fiction: Schadenfreude

She smiled. “Ask me again.”

“Please…” he croaked.

“Don’t you like my grandmother’s gift of immortality? You killed her for it.


“She didn’t trust you. That’s why the passing years wither you into a toad.”


The witch grinned. “No.”





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