New: I Raf You Big Sister Is A Witch

"Don't tell anyone," she told me now, and that made me think of late-night conversations hidden beneath quilts, of hands warmed by hands, of promises that smelled faintly of rosemary and iron.

"Are you afraid?" she asked.

Her laugh rippled like thrown glass. "I never draw maps. I make signs." i raf you big sister is a witch new

"Keep the ribbon," she told me, and this time her voice cracked like thin ice. She put it into my palm and closed my fingers over it. The ribbon was warm and smelled of thyme and soot.

"You broke it first," I said. "You broke everything that was supposed to stay the same." "Don't tell anyone," she told me now, and

I Raft You, Big Sister Is a Witch

"Maybe," she answered. "Or maybe I broke what needed breaking." "I never draw maps

We cut the current by the ruined mill and drifted beneath sycamores. She reached out and touched the bark, whispering a name I didn't know; the tree's leaves sighed and loosened a shower of tiny, paper moths that glowed briefly and then dissolved into river smoke. I should have been startled, but I only laughed until the sound made the water tremble.