Ingrid realized, in all the time, she'd known her, she'd never seen Tabitha to wear her hair down. Tabitha's radish coloured hair was brushed back from her forehead so tightly it looked painful, and then knotted and woven so that it was almost as thick as rope. Ingrid noticed other things, too: Tabitha's clunky oxfords were tightly laced. Her sweater (it was chilly indoors with the air-conditioning) was tied with ribbon instead of buttons. The woman had more knots on her person than a sailing ship. If she kept it up, there was a possibility that the silver evil could form again. The darkness fed on constrictions it was attracted to it, like moths to flame.
She whispered fiercely, "Try it for once. Wear your hair down. And get rid of those shoes. And that sweater. Wear slip-on shoes. One of those cardigans that open in the front. No zippers. No buttons. Nothing but free-floating fabric. Free. And no knots."
"What does that to do with anything?"
"Just try it for a couple of months. I read somewhere that it might work, it's like a karma thing." These days New Age wisdom was an easy enough explanation for a little bit of white magic. Tabitha told her she would consider it, but she left the storage room shaking her head.
This is a continuation free write prompt which turned into a short story novel. Perhaps, not so short anymore; anyhow hope you enjoy it. For previous prompts about the Witches of Farrenmore Heights; scroll below for each link
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