New |link| — I Raf You Big Sister Is A Witch

"Are you afraid?" she asked.

I kept the ribbon. In winter I wrapped it around a jar of seeds and hummed to the soil. In spring, seedlings chased the sun like answers to questions. People in town still said she was a witch, but the edge of the jokes had dulled; a few asked about the garden, about how my tomatoes remembered rainier summers. i raf you big sister is a witch new

"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. "Are you afraid

"Promise me," she said, "when I vanish, remember the river." a few asked about the garden