PHOTO PROMPT © Magaly Guerrero
Put on the shoes.
Momba ignored the voice and turned over, pulling the bedcovers up to her ears. The storm beat at the castle, rattling the casements like a dozen jaws chattering with fear.
Put on the shoes. The girl is coming.
What if she refused, disappeared, became someone else? Something else? But without evil there could be no heroes and people needed heroes.
Besides, chuckled the Magic Ball, you’re so good at it.
Momba pushed back the covers, slipping the shoes on her emerald feet. ‘Oh, I am.’ she said, allowing herself a small cackle.