Wickedywitch stories – The Secret Life of Annie – part 2

Driving through town to their small semi just of Station Road, Annie was mentally going through in her mind what she had to do before Simon came home from work, he hated not having his dinner on the table . She had once been late home and dinner had been fifteen minutes late, Simon had roared in rage, giving her a lecture on how he was the breadwinner and how the only thing she had to do was the housework, he sneered when he spat out the word ‘housewife’.  He had never let her forget it she had been so embarrassed as he had berated her in front of their two children, and from that day they had lost respect for her and started to treat her as badly as their father.

The house was quiet as she let herself in, glancing at the clock in the hallway she calculated how long before she got dinner started.  Hanging Simon’s suit in the wardrobe, she rushed downstairs, flicked the kettle on and whilst waiting for it to boil she prepared the vegetables, turned on the oven to cook the chicken pie she had made this morning.  The kettle clicked off, making a very welcome cup of tea, Annie quickly made sure everything was bubbling away nicely before she sat down to rest for five minutes.  Her mind wandered back over the years Laura her daughter a pretty child with lovely blond hair, blue eyes and a smile that was so pretty, unfortunately as she got older her face got sharper the smile turned into the sneer like her fathers, and her voice clipped and demanding.  Annie sadly did not like her daughter at all.  Laura had left school and gone to college but hadn’t liked it at all, she left and finally got a job in the local supermarket on the tills.  Wayne her son was at college his whole life revolving round working as a casual lifeguard and out with his mates drinking and nightclubbing, crawling in at all times of the morning.  Annie was fond of her errant son, not that he noticed her unless he didn’t have clean clothes or food on the table she didn’t seem  to exist.  Shaking her head sadly she got up to check on dinner and lay the table in preparation.  All timed to perfection just how Simon liked it,  running upstairs she quickly tidied herself up, a quick dab of perfume and then downstairs ready for her family to return home.

A week late Annie had gone to Worcester to look for a birthday present for Simon, she hated getting anything for Simon who was difficult at the best of times and never appreciated anything he was given.  Sighing she parked the car and headed into the town.  The weather was overcast like her mood, and after coming out of the fifth shop Annie decided to treat herself to a large coffee in her favourite coffee shop, Carmichaels.  It was just slightly off the main town centre, small and discreet, she could relax knowing that it was unlikely that anyone would know her.  She could almost smell the coffee as she made her way, irritated with Simon and even more so her rotten life.

Sitting at the table Annie people watched through the window, watching as people played their parts for her, the harassed mother with buggy and overflowing bags, the man in the suit rushing probably to another meeting. The couple hand in hand, laughing and the teenager with her phone stuck to her ear. Feeling her mood brightening she decided to treat herself to another coffee and a piece of cake, hugging herself with childish glee at getting one over Simon she headed up to the counter, and put in her order.  The woman behind the counter, smiled and told her to sit down and she would bring it over.

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Im a wickedywitch, this blog is about my daily pottering, my writing, poetry, and general witchy things I get upto, from foraging to make wine, or herbal remedys, to drumming, or creating an item from scratch with materials or cooking.
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