I was speaking to one of my new neighbours.
‘What’s that?’ she asked, pointing at my chest. I thought she meant the crystal pendant I was wearing and began to tell her about it, but she interrupted. ‘No, the other one.’
Oh — the pentacle.
‘It’s a Celtic knot,’ I said.
‘What does that mean?’
I held it up to show her. ‘It’s endless, so it symbolises eternal love. If you look closely, you can see a star in it, and also a stylised rose.’
Her expression softened. ‘Oh, it’s lovely.’
Wasn’t that cowardly? All true, but by no means the whole truth. I didn’t want to risk it with someone I’m going to be living near for the rest of my life. I don’t think they burn witches in this street, but some might have funny ideas about us as many people do. I’d like them to get to know me before giving them any cause for alarm.
What do you think? Should I have been upfront?