Three Witches

I was catching up with two old friends after the big Beltane.

X was talking. Her husband this, her daughter that. Family, family, blah blah blah.

Gods, I thought, X has really turned into a family bore.

Then it was Y's turn. Her dog this, canine rescue that. Dogs, dogs, blah blah blah.

Gods, I thought, Y has really turned into a dog bore.

Then it was my turn. Grand Sabbat this, Robert Cochrane that. Witchcraft, witchcraft, blah blah blah.

Gods, I thought, I've really turned into a witchcraft bore.

I chuckled inside, pondering the mysterious ways of friendship.

If you can't be a bore among friends, then when?