Waltz of a Vasilisa

The world was already in a whirlpool and now it seems it was not s’thing like that. I’m feeling hot and sweaty…I whim to him. He smiled, then, “take it off…le me see you heavenly…” I didn’t hesitate and took it off. Take another drag…I took it and saw e’thing hazed and dazed. He played a song of Enrique Iglesias s’thing on girls messin’ around. You’re my Baba Yaga…am your Vasilisa…you know what I like…the red top that I was waving ‘bove my head turned to a skull with fire in it…

red top that I was waving ‘bove my head turned to a skull with fire in it…

For Sunday Strange Microfiction Challenge by Janet Dougherty

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Painting by Ivan Bilibin

Daily Prompt: Hesitate

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