by Jane Salt
At first light Tania assumed the form of a raven and settled in the branches of her neighbour’s Sycamore to wait. How dare Sally complain to the council about the noise? If anyone was a noisy neighbour it was her, always shouting about something or another. It was usually worse around tea-time when the Weakest Link was on. ‘Bank! Oh you wanker!’ could clearly be heard seeping through the walls to Tania’s kitchen. But did she ever complain? NEVER.
It wasn’t as if Tania held coven meetings often. In fact last Wednesday was the first time her house had been chosen. It was a great honour. She’d decorated the lounge a lovely shade of black especially for the occasion. Anyway, spell incantations needed to be sung at full volume for the majik to work, but the banging on the walls from next-door had completely ruined the mood.
As the High Priestess left she'd given Tania such a look. “I don’t think this’ll be a suitable venue for the future. Come on everyone, we’re off to Mavis’s to finish up.”
Tania ruffled her feathers against the chill morning air and looked at Sally’s bedroom window, curtains still drawn.
“Caw! Caw! Caw!”
Tania continued all morning until finally, after she’d dodged several boots and even a can of hairspray, the moment she’d been waiting for arrived. Sally came into her garden to hang laundry.
Black wings took flight, then SPLAT.
“That bleedin’ bird’s shat in my face for the final time.”