a spooky blink about love, destiny, and bones
word count: 72
"Choose wisely," the crone hissed from the dark corner of her shanty, words whistling around her crooked teeth.
Katarina's hand hovered over the pile of bones before selecting half of a rib.
"Now toss it on the fire," the old woman commanded with a nod.
Katarina hesitated, but did as told under the seer's unnerving watch.
"He chose the other half, you know," she said.
"What does that mean?"
The woman cackled.