Homecoming
[Here is my annual Halloween-themed short story, to kick off the season. Enjoy!]
Maeve vigorously brushed the besom side to side, its hawthorn twigs making scratching sounds against the hearthstone, causing the old grey cat to flash its yellow slit-eyes in her direction; sensing no threat, it quickly resumed its vigil by the mousehole. Satisfied the last of the ashes were gone, Maeve bowed her head and murmured, “So goes the old year.”