The cotton reel
caught her attention first.
From there,
it was but a short glance
to the gleaming metal beyond.
It stood silent now.
But she knew —
oh, she knew only too well —
that its sound would be glorious.
A whirring
that would become a symphony
under the foot-control
as she pushed the machine
to its penultimate speed.
She could no longer resist.
The allure of that shiny,
mechanical marvel
was too much.
She must —
absolutely must —
power it up.
And she could.
The woman was out
getting groceries,
her front door
absentmindedly unlocked.
She would never know
that her precious machine
had worked against her,
behind her back.
All under
the watchful eye
of the witch.
Okay —
she wasn’t a real witch,
per se.
But she had magic,
nonetheless.
Her skin was supple,
bronzed and healthy —
not paled by the moon,
not pock-marked either.
Her ample bosom
remained firm.
She was more than a handful
for him.
Oh yes —
she had magic.
And he would find out.
This machine
would provide the means
to capture him.
To own
and possess him.
Maybe even
love him.
She threads the needle,
carefully inserting
the silky cotton
through the eye.
Having set things up,
she increased the tension.
An orange neon glow
said it all.
She had the power
in her hands.
And shortly,
she would have him
under her foot
Now
was the time
for the magic
to begin…