Gertrude took off her reading glasses and massaged the bridge of her nose. She pushed aside boring paperwork and got up.
She went down to the basement. A black cauldron sat empty. An old broomstick teetered against a wall.
She grinned.
A quick buzz around the block wouldn’t hurt anyone.
Sometimes we all need a break. Even a witch. Why not pick up an old hobby you once enjoyed or relish in a simple pleasure. I'd suggest doodling, singing or boiling up potions.
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