"That broom is a nuisance."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Get a new one of course."
"I can't do that."
"Because this broom has been around the family."
"So what, brooms are not heritage keep. You know that."
Har looked at her broom. It's simplistic design. It's bushy tail of brown and dark brown polished wood. No one would say that it was centuries old. Well, a witch's broom is no ordinary broom and she knew for a fact it was a sturdy broom. Like her sturdy cat Vivian. Now cat souls are heritages. Cats who are pure black can live upto 500 years and pure whites can live upto 400 at most. Vivian was a black cat. Her friend's cat, Gorgon's cat, was pure white. She was a different sort of witch Gorgon. She was alluring to men though her mother Medusa had turned men to cold stone if she was angry with them. Gorgon was happy that they cut off her head, "She had a bad temper, once she was trying to turn my brother to stone too..." was all she spoke on the matter.
"Har, a broom is a broom."
"Yes. Brooms are useful they help you clean and fly."
"If they break there will be a big problem Har." Gorgon muttered, "You know the consequences?"
"I am a witch of course I know." Har was stubborn, "But I can't let this broom go."
"Well, suit yourself it is only a broom."
"No, it's more than that." Har whispered almost painfully, "I need this broom."
"Har are you alright?" Gorgon looked at her, "You seem too attached to your broom."
"It's ok." Har smiled, "I will do the best things with this broom."
"Suit yourself." Gorgon laughed, "It's still just a broom to me."
Har went into her room and locked the door, "Are you awake?"
"Yes." A feminine voice called out from the broom.
"Good, because today we'll see him."
"See that man who betrayed you?"
"Yes Broom, we'll go and hurt him."
"Well then lead the way."
The young woman got on her broom and flew. She passed several houses and then she reached the playground. The young man she was looking for was there taking care of his little brother. Har looked at him lividly, "He said he would marry me; now he won't."
"Because you are a witch?""Yes, he's become afraid of me." Har looked at the broom, "Medusa I could no longer imprison you in my cat Vivian. I put you in this broom. Brooms are able to hold spirits but it's really dangerous. If you break in the wrong place —"
"I know I'll release pandemonium around," the broom's voice laughed, "My daughter does not want that..."
"Yes, well, she was always prudent." Har looked angry, "Well here he comes." Har had been hiding in the bush and as soon as the man came near she came out with her Broom.
"What are you doing here?" The man looked annoyed, "I thought I didn't see you anymore."
"Catch!" she threw him the broom.
The man unknowingly caught it and held it up. There was a pair of eyes on the bushy tail of the broom, "What is —" before the man can drop the broom out of fear he felt his hand start to numb. His flesh and blood tightened into rock. He dropped. He could not grab. The numbness became like steel. Blood froze and he wanted to scream. But couldn't. His flesh died. Became Grey. His blood became grey.
Soon he was stone.
"Yes! Yes!" Har screamed ecstatically, "You'll never leave me now! No one ever will!"
"We had a deal." Medusa said, "You said you'll free me if you got this thing."
"No I won't." Har cooed, "You're too valuable to let go.""I knew you would do this." Medusa roared, "I know this man did not betray you. You cheated on him and he found out!"
"So what?! He shouldn't have left me!"
"Well, guess what I'm not bound by mortal limitations anymore." Medusa seemed to be smiling.
"What do you mean?" Har spat out but then she felt a numbness in her legs. She realized what was happening and tried to run away, "No!No!"
"Yes." Medusa laughed, "I am now a spirit and I can turn women to stone too. And you know how disruptive magic in brooms are. And your broom was slightly broken from the start."
"No! No urgh —" the voice rotted as bad blood came out her moutth. Her legs they tore as stone crumbled. Her own heart fell on her hands. The muscles and sinews beating. Soon, she saw it turn to stone and shatter. Her eyes turned white. She was dead.
Gorgon had been looking for Har. She saw that Vivian was meowing and running up and down. She realized something bad had happened. She took Vivian up on her broom and then as she neared the park sort of area outside the playground she saw the crumbled pieces of blood and the statue of stone. Next to a broom.
"What happened here?"
"Your mother happened."
"That girl should have not made me angry. Lying heart."
Gorgon recognized the man, "This was Har's fiancee. The one she was unfaithful to."
"Mother can you undo what you did?!"
"Yes, my magic is not like it was. It's not permanent for him." Medusa sighed, "You know what to do."
Gorgon picked up the broom, "Goodbye mother."
Then she snapped the broom in two.