Black witch's day- Part 1

Wearing the hooded cloak which people often wore along with the scarf that covered her face, Bathsheba stepped out of her house. Locking the house, she started to walk away and towards the heart of the town which wasn't far from her house was situated. But that was not where the black witch was heading to. She continued to walk, passing the bustling crowd that had formed at the early hours of the day as they hustled to work and continue with their day usual. 

Humans, thought the black witch as her good eyes scanned them without letting them know that she was looking at them. In one's eyes, it would have looked as if the lady was looking down and walking but even with her eyes shut half closed she could see them clearer than they could see her. Human lives were limited, like a little box that was contained to live and survive without knowing what was there beyond the box. Some stupid while some highly intelligent.