Witch Craft: The Tale of Giacomo - Ch. 4

Giacomo sat on the steps of the Apothecary with his arms on his knees and his hands clasped so tightly together the skin had turned white. The day was aging, the clouds going from snow gray to gray blue, and no one paid any mind to the man huddling in front of the shop, which was as it should be.

Giacomo had come to this place not knowing where else to go or what to do, his face and side throbbing so fiercely that he hadn’t been able to think, so he had to let his feet take him where they would.

Witch Craft: The Tale of Giacomo - Ch. 4