Nancy Werlock's Diary: Karma's a Witch

By Julie Ann Dawson

The third installment of the Nancy Werlock series. Includes three short stories (8100 words)

The Show Must Go On: It's time for the annual Mullica Hill Summer Arts Festival, and Nancy is expected to run a booth while juggling her mother's shop, a dwindling marriage counseling practice, and trying to stay one step ahead of Houston's dead mother.

Karma's a Witch: Nancy realizes that she can't continue to run both her mother's shop and continue her counseling practice. But before she makes her final decision, she has to tie up a few loose ends while avoiding the temptation to send a gaggle of imps after the person who has been trying to sabotage her practice.

Tag...You're It: Nancy goes on the warpath when Houston disappears while researching information on erosmancy. But this time around she gets a little help from her own mother.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bards and Sages Publishing
• Release date: Sep 5, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301180813

Julie Ann Dawson

Julie Ann Dawson is an author, editor, publisher, RPG designer, and advocate for writers who may occasionally require the services of someone with access to Force Lightning (and in case it was not obvious, a bit of a geek). Her work has appeared in a variety of print and digital media, including such diverse publications as the New Jersey Review of Literature, Lucidity, Black Bough, Poetry Magazine, Gareth Blackmore’s Unusual Tales, Demonground, The Philadelphia Inquirer, and others. In 2002 she started her own publishing company, Bards and Sages. The company has gone from having two titles to over one hundred titles between their print and digital products. In 2009, she launched the Bards and Sages Quarterly, a literary journal of speculative fiction. Since 2012, she has served as a judge for the IBPA's Benjamin Franklin Awards.

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Nancy Werlock’s Diary:

Karma’s a Witch

By Julie Ann Dawson

©2013 Julie Ann Dawson

Bards and Sages Publishing

Bellmawr, NJ

www.bardsandsages.com

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Three Nancy Werlock short stories

The Show Must Go On

Karma’s a Witch

Tag…You’re It

Cover art by

becosky

Used under Creative Commons 3.0 Attribution license

These stories are works of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living, dead, or undead is coincidental and vaguely disturbing.

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The Show Must Go On

June 3rd,

Your mother always had a booth at the festival, says Mrs. Middleton.

I’m not my mother. That’s what I want to say. I apologize for the confusion, Mrs. Middleton. But I can’t throw a booth together in one week.

Your mother committed last year and —

My mother is dead. Unless you expect her to attend from beyond the grave, I fail to see how that commitment matters now.

The only sound I hear from the other end of the phone is Mrs. Middleton’s Bichon Frisé, Tinkerbell, whining in the background. I look down at the confirmation letter than came in the mail from the Mullica Hill Summer Arts Festival committee. Mom loved the festival. She loved Mullica Hill. She said it always reminded her of a miniature version of Salem, Massachusetts. For a few years, she considered moving Three Wishes to Mullica Hill, but she could never find a suitable building.

It’s not that I don’t want to have the booth. OK, I’m not really interested in running a booth, but the concept of the booth doesn’t actually bother me. The confirmation letter was addressed to my mom. That is what bothers me. She died just two months ago, but nobody bothered to update the information on their mailing list before sending out the confirmation. It rings hollow to tell me how important it is for me to have the booth and how much you miss my mother when your mailing list doesn’t even recognize the fact that