Welcome to my next offering on “Six Sentence Sunday”. It’s from the first chapter of my almost-published paranormal YA novel, Monkey’s Wedding.

Elizabeth was surprised to see her friend Turu emerging from the servant’s quarters he shared with his father behind their garage. He was usually gone by dawn on Saturday mornings to help his grandmother with her witch doctoring. She was godobori, Turu had told her, more important than a regular old witch doctor. All Elizabeth knew about witch doctors was that they made special muti for people suffering anything from leprosy to a broken heart. They also cast spells and threw animal bones to see into the future. She’d once seen an old man with a couple of feathers stuck in his crinkly graying hair and a ragged cape, do this in a village when they lived up north.