Martha swished her wand
as she read her new assignment.
There were no details,
which was common these days,
no one poured their hearts out
to stars anymore,
just demanded an audience.
A ‘poof’ of smoke and
she was in a respectable but small room,
the curtains were drawn,
the bed unmade
and a young woman
was sat on the floor in undergarments,
clutching a beautiful dress
and glaring.
‘It’s about time! I’ve been wishing
for you for years.’
Scribbled Thoughts 