The Witch Casandra

By Bo Widerberg

Mrs. Ann Hammond welts a great relief. The birth had cone well, and she was waiting for the nurse to bring her newborn little girl. The nurse came with the little bundle and gave Ann her baby. When the nurse walked away, and Ann was alone with her baby, she was about to put the little one to her breast, when she heard a quiet voice. "You should have told me it hurt to be born. Then they pricked my finger, held me upside down and slapped my bottom. No wonder a started to cry." Ann looked around to see who was talking, then when she held her daughter in front, the little one smiled and said. Hello Ann, how are you?" Ann just answered I'm okay, I just have to take one of the pills over there on the small table. With a movement of her tiny hand, the baby got the pill to fly right into her hand. You cannot do things like that, babies don't do that. A baby can not talk, and it takes several weeks before the baby can see, and you can not move things with your mind. Please remember that. How come you can talk?" said Ann to her little baby. "I am a witch, and my name is Casandra because the birth was within the allowed minute, I became a witch. Casandra behaved well at the hospital, but when Burt, her father, came to pick them up she wouldn't stop talking. Then when they came home, she refused to crawl. Casandra wanted to walk right away. Burt had to buy a dog to help Casandra to walk. When the years went by, She behaved well at school. She started when she was 7 years old, she was right away moved to the sixth grade, and the following year they moved her to the ninth grade. With a test by the federal government, she got a perfect score on the twelfth-grade test. Casandra was told she would get her university study for free, There she chooses space science, and was working with two doctors, Dr. Lind and Doctor Breathy. The three tried to find out how a worm-hole could be made.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bo Widerberg
• Release date: Feb 26, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311254115

Bo Widerberg

My name is Bo Widerberg/artbcool, I am born in Europe too many years ago. Have lived with my family in Florida since 1985 and we are happy with our situation. Would feel a lot better if more people would read my stories.

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The Witch

Casandra

by

Bo Widerberg

All characters in this story are fictitious,

and any resemblance to real people,

living or dead is coincidental.

©Widerberg©

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Casandra was born towards the end of October 2045, at eight o'clock sharp, in the evening. It happened on October twenty-ninth to be exact. It was a nice cool day with the first real cold front coming down from Canada cooling down the hot and highly humid air still lingering over Florida. When one of the nurses at this maternity hospital came smiling with the newly born baby girl and put her down by her mother’s side. At last Casandra felt comfortable and she stopped crying. She did however give her mother Ann quite a shock when she after only a few minutes with her face close to her mother’s ear, told her about her own opinion about being born. Nobody told me that it would hurt so much, she said in low but steady and accusing voice. And mother why did you let those people prick my finger? It started to bleed, and that hurt as well. And then they held me upside down and smacked my bottom, no wonder I started to cry. Anyone would after such a treatment, the newly born Casandra had whispered those words in her mother Ann Hammond's ear.

Casandra's mother, Ann turned around to find out who had been talking to her. Seeing that there wasn’t anybody else close by her bed. She held up her newly born baby in front of herself, and as the little one smiled. And looked her in the eyes, she said. How do you feel Mother? Ann near enough fainted. Regaining her self-composure, she looked at her tiny daughter, held her closely and whispered back. You are not supposed to be able to talk for another year. How come you can talk? And a newly born baby cannot see anything for several weeks, sometimes months, before they recognize their mother and start smiling at her.

I didn't know that mother. But I can see, and I know how to talk, and I also know that my name is Casandra. I knew I was going to be born today, and I was happy when I noticed that you were to be my mother, Mrs. Ann Hammond.

Where did you get that name Casandra from? I like it, so you can keep it if you like it yourself. Now I need to take one of those pills the Doctor told me to take, the one on the small plate on my side table over there, said Ann and stretched out her arm to get the pill.

Casandra moved her tiny hand towards the table, and the pill like magic flew into her hand. Here is your pill mother, she whispered as she handed the pill to Ann.

No Casandra! What is this? You cannot do things like that! Said Ann hiding the pill Casandra had given her. Please remember you cannot talk when there are other people around, babies do not talk. And you cannot move things with your thoughts either. Nobody can do that. Not even your own Dad, or I, can do things like that. And if someone finds out that you can move objects with your thoughts, they might take you away from us. Both from your father and from me. Please remember, no talk, small babies do not talk. And never move any objects with your thoughts when there are other people around that can see you.

Okay mom, I'll try my best to remember all that. By the way mother how long do we have to stay here before they let us go home to Burt?

You know about Burt?

Of course, I know him mother he is my father, isn't he?

Casandra did well at the hospital. And not one of all the nurses noticed any difference between her, or any of the other children in the nursery department.

On the third of November, late in the afternoon, Ann Hammond and her daughter Casandra were picked up by Casandra's father, Burt Hammond. Driving home from the hospital, with the family alone inside the car. Casandra started to talk, and asked questions. Thanks for picking us up Dad, she said as she tried to give her father a hug. But her arms were to short, so Burt had to give her a hug instead.

I love both of you, said Casandra. And it was quite a challenge to get the timing right. You had helped a lot by starting in late January, but then I had a window of only thirty seconds to get born. And with all the people at the hospital, it would only have taken one single phone call and I would have lost the allotted time.

What are you talking about Casandra? Said her father looking at his two lovely girls through the rear-view mirror.

Oh, I understand Dad, said Casandra. You have no idea about witch-craft, do you? To get the power, that I have been given. I needed to be born exactly nine months after your copulation, to a window of only thirty seconds. It turned out to be a success. By the way, the nine months must be in the same year. And as the two of you started it in January, that took care of the first part. Then it was up to me to get mother ready for the birth at the right time, and with only those thirty seconds’ margin. But it worked out, so now I am a witch.

How are you going to hide that fact when you start kindergarten, and school? Said Burt smiling at the tiny bundle in Ann's arms.

As I understand it, I have five years to learn how to behave. Will I have a room of my own at home? The questions kept coming from little Casandra, she just wouldn't stop talking and asking.

"Yes, my little precious princess, you'll have your own room. How much of