Magic is What You Want It to Be
“You’sa special one, didn’t ya know, child,” her slithering s-less words dragged together as she sat in her quilted rocking chair, rotting. Sarah held the…
“You’sa special one, didn’t ya know, child,” her slithering s-less words dragged together as she sat in her quilted rocking chair, rotting. Sarah held the…
My younger sister is able to pry secrets from my grandmother like no one else. For example, I learned from my sister, years ago, that the kindly old woman who…