Ugly

She was not ugly. It was true that she was a not a normal witch.  But that was no reason for them to call her ugly. Rather, she believed, that every witch who called her ugly was herself ugly.

She had tried her best to befriend everyone but eventually she lost hope. She chose to migrate to some far-off land.

She selected a dilapidated structure not far from a beautiful park.

She loved the park. And for her the most enjoyable part of the day was when little children came to the park to play their little games. The park resonated with their shouts of joy and cries of anger.  She often joined them in their games.

Children were too innocent to suspect her. But she too had decided to bid her time and not to do anything in a hurry.

One day a naughty boy threw a stone at a bird. The stone was big and had a sharp edge. It missed the bird and hit her on the face.

Boy looked at her and screamed in terror.

“I must be looking fearsome and……...and ugly. At least I can go back, now I won’t be an outcast …….”

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A post for A to Z April Challenge

Today’s letter U