Three Witches

Her lips felt like a feather tickling my skin. "M-magic? Amelia, ya can't… I mean you're not…" She wasn't a witch! What was she going on about like she understood? My breath had become a bit heavier and I whimpered softly. "We can. Me, you, Virginia…" She murmured and reached up, stroking my cheek gently. "Doesn't it feel right? We can actually be somethin', Mary! Instead of borin' farm girls. Isn...