Wiccan Clinic.

"Tips for modern witches...." Alanna laughed, as she was reading her latest uploaded blog, wondering how she was going to practise all these good ideas. First, she had to light a scented candle, after engraving her name and an upward headed arrow. Then she had to wish for manifests of positive people and events. Right, for a thirty years old divorcee, that sounded eminently doable. She definitely had a stash of lovely scented candles, so she followed the instructions. She sat in solitude, wishing for the divine moon in the pre-dawn to send her a golden soul.

It was now the 21st Century, so she had tried online dating. But she had not met too many males who made her feel like seeing them for a coffee or cocktails more than once. It was a bit awkward and contrived. Men she met online did not seem to care if she was educated, or interested in pursuing intuitive therapies. So, she had been growing her own witch's garden of pot plants. While her candle flickered and melted in front of her, Alanna decided to become Witch One. After all, happy Halloween was on its way. Good time to meet and greet anyone at all, given she was living in Creepy Town. It was the older, poorer semi-slum suburb of that great residential location, Spooky City.

The self-titled Witch One sipped her holistic tea remedies for an awakening dawn. She flung a scarf around her, it was slightly chilly. Then she smudged keenly with her sage stick, and inhaled her breathwork as she dabbed essential lavender oil. This was her way to drive away negative energies from her inner being. Further, she drew down heavenly blessings, and smoothed all her nervous Nelly social anxiety chakras. Witch One was confident a sign would manifest, and lead her to a resolution of good intentions. Modern times, but some old-fashioned white magic shows itself.

As a frosted sunrise spangled all the cobwebs in her garden, Witch One suddenly heard a vast, loud chattering of crows. She peered through her back door, as the black birds of carrion flew overhead, all over Creepy Town. They were depositing pamphlets on each household, adding to the general sluggish rubbishy nature of her little old street. Still, this was the only home she could afford, so she ventured into her witch's garden, and picked up the trash.

Or was it? It was an ad, a marketing device. "Happy Halloween this week! Come to Creepy Town cafe, under new management. Wiccan Clinic on Friday night. All witches and wizards welcome. Special discounts, seasonal treats!"

Yes, Friday was Halloween. Alanna wondered if this was a sign of a magical manifest, and furthermore, what in the moon could she wear. Good question, she decided, thanking her lucky star sign that her big sister had sent her a parcel of her tops and dresses. Witch One's personal and most favoured broomstick was looking slightly jaded, a bit tatty, so she took it from its cupboard. She dusted it off, rearranging its faded straw bristles. Alanna realized she was not in a beauty or popularity contest with anyone. But this Wiccan Clinic might provide a melting cauldron of new positive like-minded characters to meet and greet. She invoked some more wishes of good intentions for all the Wiccans who might gather, might be more than a few tricks she could treat somone with.

On that much anticipated night of Halloween, Witch One practised using the modern witchy habit of raising her index finger, instead of waving the traditional magic wand. She aimed to manifest some inner essence of her great and undoubted woman's touch, to attract some suitable suitor. Yes, that would suit her. She smiled suggestively, as she entered the newly refurbished ambience of the Creepy Town cafe.

"Well, hello, manifest of magic!" Alanna was greeted at the door by a slightly older male, garbed up with the moon and stars seeming to float on his swirling dark cloak. He continued, "You look like just the fun chick I would like to meet. You can call me 'Wizard Superior'. This is my barista and all around good guy assistant, Ronnie. i am also known as Divorce Court Johhny, Johnny Rebel in my former abode."

Witch One opened her mouth, then said, "Oh, I always loved J.R." Then she clutched her broomstick, flushing at such a mundane hello. The eminent Wizard Superior laughed, and led her to a table for two, lit by subdued lavender scented candles. "Loved those soapies once. Have you by any chance got a your own beau or dynasty?" Alanna was smiling, here was a wizard after her own heart, only the moon would decide if he had good intentions. She quickly reassured him that she was footloose and fancy-free, and was also a good, kind, empathetic listener.

Soon, steaming cups of potions with alcoholic flavourings, and spooky seasonal nibblies arrived, as did some more guests for this modern Wiccan Clinic. Then with a swirl of his manly cloak, Wizard Superior stood and addressed the happy throng. Assistant Ronnie drew back a veil across one wall, and introduced the audience to a display of E-broomsticks, for the modernists among them who wished to upgrade.

Wizard Superior chose Witch One to accompany him on a demonstration flight. Her personal old broom did a bit of a sulk, but it was aging. The crowd of black clad magical beings stood in wonder as Wizard Superior and Witch One went for a joyride on the newly invented E-brooms. They did several laps of the harvest moon rising, the acceleration and pick-up of this design of brooms were as superior as their marketer.

Landing safely, Alanna raised her index finger to the stars and aced some more manifesting of the magic of the entire universe. This was the modern world after all. The fetching Wizard Superior had her spellbound. Halloween was so much fun for the pumpkin parties that night, where the guests ate all their hosts. Meanwhile, Witch One led Wizard Superior to her candle lit bedroom, and tickled him all over with a feather or two. Divorce Court Johnny was entranced. Not only was his Creepy Town cafe a roaring success, he could finally unpack some of his baggage in the arms of his very welcoming witch.

After Johnny Rebel had explored his oats with Alanna, they dozed off in the magical mystique of the moonlight, basking safe and cozy, calmed in their own mutual manifest of blessed glow. It was modern magic, timeless. Creepy Town was filled with silence spreading.