- Vol. 03
- Chapter 09
Image by Oscar Keys
FlyingThey called her a witch. “She can fly” they said. “Keep away, she’ll curse you.”
She didn’t seem witchy to me, and I should know, I’ve read all the fairy tales. Still, who wants to take that chance? I kept my guard up at all times. It’s true she never had children around, unless you count me, always sneaking along behind her. Sometimes, she smiled.
I saw her fly the afternoon of the great storm, straight down past our window, no broomstick in sight. Before my mom grabbed me, I glimpsed her twisted shape on the pavement below.