It was a warm summer evening.
He didn’t particularly like her, she was weird. He wasn’t sure why he agreed to meet her after work, but there they were, sitting in a swanky restaurant, sipping champagne. She was certainly persuasive. When he took her home she invited him in for a nightcap. He declined at first, then he changed his mind. They were sitting on the bed, he felt very uncomfortable. She had certainly been very good company during the evening, but there was no way anything intimate was going to happen. She told him to relax while she made them both a special cocktail.
Looking around her room he noticed that her antique-looking dresser had a wide drawer with part of a black tassel caught in it, where it hadn’t quite closed. He gave in to curiosity and opened it. The tassel belonged to a black hooded cloak. He lifted it and found several items underneath; a pentacle, a wand, a bell and several black candles. It looked like stuff used in witchcraft. He closed the drawer quietly, returned to the bed and waited.
It was a warm summer evening, and the couple returned from the restaurant. It was their tenth special anniversary. They were celebrating the night he proposed to her. She was a wonderful woman. Such a good mother to their two beautiful children. He was still head-over-heels in love with her. He sat on the edge of the bed taking his shoes off when she asked him to take out her pale blue nightie from the same wide drawer and lay it on the bed for her, while she went to the bathroom.
He took his socks off and padded across to the old dresser. He opened the drawer and looked in. He found the one she wanted and laid it on the bed.
In the bathroom, she smiled.