I Raf You Big Sister Is A Witch New Apr 2026

"She followed the current," I would say. "She went where the river carries what we can't carry ourselves."

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. i raf you big sister is a witch new

I Raft You, Big Sister Is a Witch

She knelt and pressed the seeds back into the mud, and for a heartbeat a pattern rose on the water—circles like ripples, letters that belonged to a language I had half-forgotten from bedtime stories. My name lined up with hers; mine was a dot trailing hers, a small comet in the wake. "She followed the current," I would say