Too Old to Believe
"Mum, I need money for the bus." Dorothy dried another mug. "No you don't, Toby. It isn't raining; and the walk's good for you." "I don't want to walk past that old cottage. There's a witch moved in with a warty nose and a black cat." “That’s nice.” She put away the last mug and closed the cupboard. "Did you stroke it?" "It spat at me. Billy says it scratched Jason and he threw a stone at it and nobody's seen him since." She folded the tea towel. "He probably has a cold." "Billy knocked for him. When his mum opened the door a frog hopped in from behind him and she screamed." Silly cow. "Billy thinks it was Jason." Dorothy turned. "You're too old to believe in witches turning people into frogs. Go; you'll be late." That afternoon she heard a bump outside and checked the clock. After a moment there was another bump. "Is that you, Toby? Don’t tell ...