nonsense

Two friends sitting outside a cafe.

"What do you call a witch's garage?" Said one friend with a grin.

The other rolled their eyes, chin dropping into their palm tiredly. "Dude it's July it's not even Halloween yet -"

"Humor me. C'mon."

They groaned, their tone dry as a desert. "Alright, I have no idea. What would I call a witch's garage."

The coffee shook in the other' hands as they held down laughter, face turning pink. They choked out, "A broom closet."

Dead eyes swiveled to the busy street, the cackles rising beside them and into the sky.