I Raf You Big Sister Is A Witch | New

When we were children, everyone in town joked that my sister was a witch. It started with the cat — black and malcontent — who chose her as if by rightful inheritance. Then there were the nights she predicted lightning and the way seedbeds sprouted after she hummed to them. As we grew, the jokes turned sharp, a blade of gossip that kept its edge.

I Raft You, Big Sister Is a Witch

"You're doing it wrong," she said, but her voice was soft, as if correcting a spider weaving its web. Her hair smoked in the sun. Around her wrist a ribbon—green, frayed—gleamed like a small spell. i raf you big sister is a witch new

"Are you afraid?" she asked.