Rosa walked swiftly through her house.
Outwardly, she was an old lady who had gnarled fingers and a hunched back.
'People just wouldn't imagine what an old lady is capable of.'
Rosa licked her lips as she eyed up the Thai whores inside a glass bowel.
'I'd lick them all out dry before you could say tom yum goong.'
Huh, so she did speak Thai language.
Rosa was a lier.
Nothing she said she meant it.
Everything she didn't say , she meant it.
I listened to her from inside the cupboard.
In out, in out.
She moved, gracefully.
Sometimes she'd poke her head head inside the cupboard, by way of a trap door and take a bight of flesh out of my legs.
'Yummy,' she'd say and let out an old lady cackle.
I had heard of the Malay witch but so far no one had ever met one.
'They roamed the forests, preying on young children,' wrote one paper on them.
'But I prefer young ladies, their cunts are sweeter.'
Rosa was enjoying her dementia years.
'It's a license to kill and maim,' she said, pulling off more flesh from my scalp with her very strong fingers.
Even her toes crossed over each other.
'Never stops my crisp shuffling.'
Rosa was a freak of human nature.
If you ever come across an old ethnic lady with bad teeth, don't ever go inside for cold cuts.
'Because you just might end up between my sandwich,' cackled the witch of Malay.
