A witch’s customer

>>Yohan

The place I was heading to was quite far. It took me a few hours to reach it, moreover I had to park my car way outside the cafe I was going to visit since the streets were narrow.

I walked in the European style brick streets which were dyed with the orange hue of the setting sun. Since winter was upon us it would get dark in a matter of minutes. As I walked the lamps on the walls began to flicker to life, replacing the warm glow of the sun to some extent.

The streets were old but they were very smooth and clean. The houses were small in width but good in length. Usually the people who owned houses in this place had two-three story homes, some of which joined the house on the left side to the house on the right like an overhead tunnel.

It was fascinating to look at, having an apartment between the street yet high enough that any person could pass from under it. The balconies were small while some houses didn’t have them, instead they just had flowers arranged in the windowsil