HERMIONIE’S HOPPING HEDGE

 

Photo Copyright: Barbara W. Beacham

This is my contribution for this week to Momday’s Finish the Story, hosted by Barbara W. Beacham. Every Monday, Barbara supplies a new picture prompt along with the first sentence for the story. The original story to be written should have only 100 to 150 additional words. I’ve bolded the first sentence given with the picture prompt.

This week, the first sentence was contributed by one of the writers, Alistair Phillips. A big thanks to both Barbara and Ali this week.

Be sure to click on the little blue frog in the blue box, after clicking on the link, to read the other stories. The link for all other stories this week is as follows:

https://mondaysfinishthestory.wordpress.com/2015/07/06/mondays-finish-the-story-july-6th-2015/

Genre: Humor Fiction

Word Count: 3+14+148=165 Words

HERMIONIE’S HOPPING HEDGE by P.S. Joshi

The barista shook his head. “That hedge couldn’t have moved closer overnight. Could it?”

Hermionie Pipdittle was the local sorceress-in-residence. She wasn’t a malicious spell-caster, in fact, quite spirited and jolly.

Now aging, she worried her spells might be weakening, so sought something to practice on.

People wouldn’t do. Dixie Pringle had been furious when she’d turned orange that time. All she was meant to turn was a delicate pink, hardly noticable on a sunny day.

Then there was Harold Knickerbocker, a sound sleeper, whose wife called the hospital to have him declared dead when he turned gray one afternoon.

Oh, and there was also the unfortunate case of Latitia Markbottom who grew those elm branches from her head.

The local inn had an artistically-cut, though boring, hedge designed to attract tourists. It needed something to liven it up.

Hermionie waved her wand. “Jumpytitis,” she shouted.

The hedge hopped a bit, nothing spectacular. It hopped again, and again, and again. “Perfect.”