You have seen them all around, they are everywhere.
They follow you when you are walking down the street; they serve you in the supermarket; they take your order in restaurants, muttering curses and incantations if the tip you leave is not big enough.
Of course, they don’t fly around on broomsticks any more, not when a budget airline can get them to most places for a reasonable fee. Few of them have green skin, and with cosmetic surgery reasonably cheap the hairy wart has even gone out of fashion.
They do have a fondness for cats though, four cats or above in a house is a good indicator that there is a likelihood that the light emanating out from beneath your neighbour’s garage door in the dead of night has a magical origin.
You would be naive to think that it is just black magic; most of them are white witches. Fortunately the dark path is usually only undertaken by those who enjoy a hand of bridge or a game of bowls. And your local golf club is likely to be overrun by practitioners of the black arts.
Yes beware the witches, and warlocks, of suburbia.
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Originally published 11 December 2015