I Raf You Big Sister Is A Witch | New

When the sun dipped toward the shoulder of the hills she stood and spread her arms, and the sky listened. Her shadow grew tall and not-quite-right; it licked at the treeline like a tongue. I watched as something like a compass of stars spun over her head and the ribbon at her wrist braided itself into a loop and unlooped, a slow breathing. The canoe felt smaller then, as if we were children again and the world had folded up around us.

"Are you afraid?" she asked.

She knelt and pressed the seeds back into the mud, and for a heartbeat a pattern rose on the water—circles like ripples, letters that belonged to a language I had half-forgotten from bedtime stories. My name lined up with hers; mine was a dot trailing hers, a small comet in the wake. i raf you big sister is a witch new

"Where did she go?" they asked often, a question stacked on top of other questions—grief, curiosity, the need to fit a story into an explanation. When the sun dipped toward the shoulder of