Carving our Path: An Earwig an the Witch story

Earwig’s POV
My life has changed.

Ever since I found out the read headed lead singer of the band I was named after was my mum.

Ever since I discovered her falling out with a coven.

Ever since I discovered that my heritage has a bigger story than I thought.

I stare out the window, sunlight hitting every bush and blossom in our front yard. Custard and I are currently classmates now that I go to school with him, but he keeps talking about how he thinks Bella’s house is “the most amazing thing since he and I sat on the roof of the orphanage overlooking town. He still lives at the orphanage, but I wonder how my mum, Mandrake, and Bella would fare if he moved in with us.

I walk into the kitchen, a strange delicious smell hits my nose.

“What’s cooking?” I ask. “It smells glorious.”

“Bella made Yorkshire pudding.” Mum replies. “We used to love it when we were kids.”

“Can I try some?”

“Dinner is almost ready, so you’ll get the chance.” Mum replies.

“I have one question, but I should probably ask later.” I say.

I hear a knock at the door and walk down the hallway to answer.

“🎵Oh, see the witches dancing

Oh, the shameful fairy lies and gossips

Oh, the demon there will shake with rage

Deep beneath his pillow

Don't disturb me,

I'm here to say,

That if you bother me I'll

curse you away!🎶” I sing, opening the door.

There stands Custard, older now but still has that perpetual slightly worried look in his eyes.

“What’s that song you were singing?” He asks.

“It’s from my mother’s band.” I reply. “I have the song on tape and a friend made it into a CD. Right now we’re debating on getting a record label.”

“What’s that smell? Did someone cook?”

“Yeah. Yorkshire pudding.” I say.

”I love Yorkshire pudding!”

”Well, come on in, get comfortable.” I say.