Jeremiah Was A Bullfrog                

by sloanranger

Part Ten

She turned to face him fully now, her blondish, silvery hair swirling every which way; light playing over her features making her beautiful one second and grotesque, another.

The man would have been terrified at the sight were he not so preoccupied with his own bodily struggles.

 Felicity felt strong now, no longer afraid. Sometimes they took a space to work - the draught and the spells.

The man before her was struggling to maintain his form.

She'd never done this before on anything so large - not even an animal. Only with a pair of insects and she had felt guilty about that. But her life had not been in danger then.

She wanted him to understand before the metamorphosis completed itself.

"Did you really think that you could kill every unprotected woman in the colony for their land, Jeremiah?"

His throat and eyes were bulging to an extraordinary size. His extremities were becoming reptilian - his fingers, webbed.

"If I'd had courage and competency," she said,  "I could have saved my friends. But Isaiah wouldn't have it – he thought I should not try." Color and light swirled around her figure and face and her eyes were mesmerizing.

Jeremiah's skin was turning a mottled green and brown as he tried to stay upright on the chair. Felicity took some more of the herb from the little wooden box and sprinkled it on the giant man-frog.

She spat the words at him: "But just so you know, you odious creature - Hepzibah and Abigail were not witches!" 

His tongue flicked rapidly in and out of his mouth. And before the loud popping noise that completed the metamorphosis and left him no longer a man but a fat frog croaking on the floor – Felicity placed her face close to his and whispered:

"But I am."  

The End