by R.E. Rule

We were witches, Delilah and I. All that summer we braided old thread into charms and walked invisible when barefoot. Once we held hands and chanted until thunder cracked the horizon and rain dug rivers in the dirt. Maybe she’d always been a witch. She’d come to live with Ms. Gray down the street, and I’d always been too embarrassed to ask why. But I’d never known what I was until Delilah came.

It was Delilah who found our magic place. She’d crawled under the cedar that slouched between the cornfield and the Big Wood, and […]