Aunt Hecate: The Five Williams Girls

Within in a crowded neighbour of youthful families and abundances of children, was Aunt Hecate. A beauty in her own right, nothing like her five sisters within a family of eight. Aunt Hecate had never been one of the five Williams girls to be courted by many bachelors. She simply stayed home with her mother and father, doing nothing but reading. Filling her head with knowledge unlike her sisters who were filling it with something little or more no use to them.
“Come out with us Hecate! You’re going to be so bored at home!” one would say, swaying off of the post of the staircase. Another sister would come twirling into the living room, dressed in a fine orange bringing out her naturally rosy cheeks.
“No I’m fine at home. Go have fun.” She …show more content…
Aunt Hecate was to grow up to be a soft spoken and polite young lady with shifty eyes. She was to support herself and move into a house of own by the age of twenty-five. A modest neighbour with identical housing of white boards, fresh green lawns and well portioned rocks for decoration. Each home had a car for their husband and a toy car for their son, both identical in every way. The poor thing spent most days in the garden as she did not socialise much. She found great pleasure in gardening and soon she had a jungle of flowers. Ranging from lilies to hyacinth, mistletoe hanging from the veranda and sunflowers amongst the bloody poppies out the back. Her garden was truly magnificent, so beautiful it drew tears to people’s eyes. The aroma. What a scent wafted through the neighbour, a deadly scent that drove any edible bachelor to cut the poor flowers down for his lover. Every morning it was a normal routine for Aunt Hecate to find a few roses without their heads and particularly bushes up rooted. She would simply say nothing and replace them within …show more content…
A strapping young man with deep set eyes and neatly combed blonde hair, at least a foot taller than her. He had asked to use her telephone to call his mother, he ended up staying the night speaking to Aunt Hecate. Within months she had married him, a shock to her family thinking, cruelly, that she was to die alone. Of course the poor fella did not know of Aunt Hecate’s curse, her womb was bare. Caked with sand and dry thin walls, not well for sustaining a child. A strange abnormality considering Aunt Hecate’s family tree were known for breeding like rabbits, having multiple children by spring each year. But poor Aunt Hecate had nothing. Regardless of their multiple tries, different positions and stupid fertility boasting diets, death’s scythe was always looming over her