I saw her every morning as I jogged and passed by her strange creepy ensemble outside the park.Many pots lined up in a row with brightly coloured liquids simmering within,the concoction looked ominous.The old lady with tattoos all over her body,tattered clothes,unkempt hair,hunched nearby chanting something and calling out to Satan. “The day the pots… Continue reading The cauldron #FFfAW Challenge