INKtober~ Day, The Twentieth
The wine, scalding bath and bitterness was putting Gretchen in a strange state indeed. And she imagined the tub was a cauldron and her soaps and oils were potions as she began to cast a spell here, a curse there, a hex or a pox for good measure upon many an unwitting soul she'd met.
"Never cross a Drunken WITCH, Anastasia!" She even fashioned a cackle which she was quite proud of!