He always liked the movies where an innocent woman claimed to be a witch is about to be burned to death at the stake and right before the fire consumes her, she curses all those responsible for her death. Sometimes these wrongly condemned women curse generations of those responsible for her death, and in the movies her curses usually work.
He got to experience something like that first hand. He’d been involved with a woman who said she was a white witch, not the bad kind. He liked how she knew about herbs and spells. He didn’t believe in her spells, but he liked watching her do her spells, the cute, serious look on her pretty face.
He got bored with her after a year. He told her it was over. She said, you son of a bitch! you leave me and I’ll curse you. He laughed in her face, bid her goodbye. He heard her cursing him as he left. He thought it was funny and had a good laugh over it.
When he had driven a half mile away from her apartment, Pop! Pop! both his back tires blew out. No way, he thought to himself until he got to his new girlfriend’s apartment, and without giving him any reasons, she said they were through.
When he finally got his tires fixed and made it home, his TV and computer had inexplicably blown up. He figured it had to be her curse, and it was real. But then, despite what she’d done, unbelievably, he started having feelings for her again … right after she had finished a love potion spell.
Bob Boyd