Ana's Chains: A Wiccan Story

It started with the faintest of tingles at the base of her neck. Just enough to stir her from her sleep. Erik, her husband snored, oblivious to the fait sent of rot drifting through the ac system. She thought to wake him, but decided against it. Tomorrow would be trying for them all. Best to let him sleep while he could. Still, she could not bring herself to close her eyes again, even knowing it was probably nothing to worry about. Staring at the ceiling, she focused but could feel nothing ...