by Liam Hogan
“When shall we three meet again?”
There was silence as they unzipped metal mesh bags and pulled out smartphones. It would be wrong to claim occultists don’t move with the times, but they did have to be careful. Many a witch had been lured from a protective circle by a demonic ringtone, text chime, or tinder notification.
“Wednesday’s the full moon…?”
“Can’t. Stock-take at work.”
“How about Thursday?”
The other two witches looked at the third with contempt. Everyone knew Thursday was cheap wine night down at The Wild Hunt.
“See you next Tuesday, then.”
The coven cackled in delight.
Liam Hogan is an award-winning London based writer. His short story “Ana”, appeared in Best of British Science Fiction 2016 (NewCon Press) and “The Dance of a Thousand Cuts” appears in Best of British Fantasy, 2018. Http://happyendingnotguaranteed.blogspot.co.uk or tweet @LiamJHogan.