And still of a winter's night they say
When the wind is in the trees . . .
The perfect pre-Halloween gathering: Monday night, October 29th, I read from "The Witches of Moonlight Ridge" to a wonderful audience gathered at the Moon Lake Community Library, on a dark and delightful night in Mentone, Alabama. Thanks so much to library staff and visitors!
Evy, the beautiful witch of Moonlight Ridge
There she stood right before us, almost close enough to touch. And she was beautiful. She wore a long black skirt and a ruffled cotton blouse. Her black hair was tied with a red ribbon. And she wore one red earring.
"Who are you?" Erskine breathed, sounding like he couldn't find his voice.
There wasn't a sound, except the wind rustling through the dry autumn leaves.
“My name’s Evergreen,” she said. Her voice sounded like music. “Folks calls me Evy.”
Willie T.’s face broke into a wide grin, and he stepped toward the strange girl with his hand stretched out like he was going to touch her to see if she was real.
Willie T. couldn’t take his eyes off the pretty girl, whatever she was: ghost or human, one or the other.
“Do you live around here somewheres?” he asked.
She tipped her head slightly toward the woods and added, “Over on Cat Bluff.”
“Gyaah!” he exclaimed. “Up there with the panthers and the bob cats, and whatever and all? I didn’t know nobody lived up there! You ever seen a panther?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at the strange young woman.
“I seen plenty,” she answered. “They ain’t bother us none. We ain’t bother them.”