Finish the story begins with: “From her small balcony, the witch watched the world go by.”
All she saw most days was a lot of bad and ugly and occasionally some good.
The world had gone crazy she thought. Then again a lot had changed she had to admit. Even the house she now lived in was a modern construction and nothing like the ginger bread one she first lived in.
Where once she plied her trade of spells and potions with ease around the district now days there had been a great change in the way goods were made and distributed.
She had to learn to use computers; set up an online ordering business and worst of all learn the ins and outs of money. A spell or potion for a chicken was no longer the way to go.
Her once lofty reputation was now days a name and a memory she thought as she logged on to see if there were any new orders.