Sonja gazed around the property at the end of the peaceful neighborhood block: the perfect two-story house with its tiny back porch and wooden rocker, a colorful light shawl draped over an armrest; the tidy garden with its newly planted and wide-spaced blooms; black tuxedo cat half-napping under dense shrubbery hugging the side of the house; four sweetly curved granite steps leading up to a cheerful purple door.

“Purple,” she muttered, looking uneasily at the neighbors peeking out at her from behind lace curtains, noting “Definitely suspicious that the address in question in this sweet little neighborhood has a purple door.”

Mounting the steps, Sonja pressed the door bell to summon the old woman, a Russian immigrant who had just moved to the neighborhood only a few months ago; the cat, sensing trouble, hissed and escaped to the back side of the house, setting the porch chair in wild motion.

Several moments passed before a woman’s spidery voice called from an open window beside the purple door, “Patience my dear…I’m coming just now.”

“Ms. Yaga, I have a warrant to search the premises and seize any articles that indicate you’re practicing witchcraft without a proper license from our esteemed government,” shouted Sonja, beckoning to the team of goons behind her, lurking beside the neatly swept sidewalk—they were reasonably nervous about stepping onto the preternaturally tidy concrete slabs.

“You’ll have to catch us first,” the old woman cackled from behind the door, as the house rose up on a pair of sharp-clawed and muscular chicken legs, spun around, jumped the back fence and dashed down the brickwork alleyway toward the dense forest just beyond.

© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2025)

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