An Eft
in Her Bra
by Fleurie
This tale concerns three witches, or weird sisters if you prefer. Although one of them isn't really a witch, nor a sister if it comes to that. You could, I suppose, always include Mildred in their number. She is most definitely is a witch and a female too, although as she doesn't actually appear, it's a moot point as to whether she qualifies.
So .... This tale concerns an indeterminate number of witches ....
The title? Well, a bra falls into the category of female apparel. An undergarment to be more precise, which is designed to support the breasts against the malign influence of gravity whilst also restricting undue lateral movement. Additionally it has connotations of a sexually enticing nature which .....
Oh the eft! Well an eft is .... a sort of .... Well Adrian is an eft. Not originally of course. Any more than Alaister was originally a cat. Although he's dead now. A blessing in disguise really. He never was the same after that tragic encounter with the zeppelin. Don't worry your pretty little heads about those two though, they are only peripheral to the tale. Old history.
The plot? Nothing to worry about there either as I have kept it to the barest minimum. Slavish adherence to an obtrusive plot has quite ruined so many good stories don't you think? Having a plot only leads to disappointment, disagreement, dissension, and disillusionment amongst readers, and is quite taxing for the writer to boot. It's a pitfall I have been at pains to avoid here.
Why not read it for yourself? But only if you have nothing else to do. No errands to run, empires to build, souffles to prepare, deadlines to fulfill, dreams to dream. I don't want to be accused later of leading you unaware down paths of idleness and sloth in pursuit of foolish trivia.
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