Maggie burst through the door, laughter whirling around her along with the leaves from the front lawn. She fell into her favorite green lounger, chortling.
"Let the rumors fly!" Maggie seemed to expand with her glee. "Let the joy be spread!"
Her sister Maxine muted the television and sighed heavily.
"Do I even want to know?"
"Hell yes! This is my best spell EVER!" Maggie hugged herself happily, but her sister had heard that before.
"Did anyone die?"
"Are the police involved?"
"Anyone accidentally impregnated?"
"Wha--that was NOT my fault!"
"Yeah, yeah. So what did you do?"
Maggie glared at Maxine a moment, but she knew better. Maxine had only just finished cleaning up the mess from Maggie's last "Best Spell Ever". Her patience was limited.
"You know how Leroy Sue Jenkins is always bemoaning her lack of a love life?" Maggie asked.
"Despite the fact that she's fat, ugly, and can't cook?" Maxine responded. "If she'd at least take care of that unibrow, she might be passable."
"Sure," Maggie was impatient to share. "Well, she was in the Piggly Wiggly this morning, in front of the whole town, when Barry Jones ran up and kissed her full on the mouth. He tried to sweep her off her feet, but those five hundred pounds were not willing."
"Barry Jones? That handsome man from the bank?" Maxine stared, a giggle struggling to the surface. "Maggie! You did NOT!"
"Darn right I did!" Maggie began laughing. "I slapped that boy with the biggest love spell right there in the Piggly Wiggly, compelled him to seek out his true love. He couldn't help himself."
"A bell is a cup until it is struck, Maxine," Maggie held her sides while trying to speak. "That boy's bell has been rung!"
The witches fell off their loungers, laughing.
The prompt is the third definition of FLY.
On to the prompt:
and this quote from Decemberists’ front-man Colin Meloy: