The Honey Witch

by Sydney J. Shields

She rolls her eyes at the thought—yes, she is a grown woman, and is that not magical in itself? To have survived this long, despite the world’s penchant for beautiful dead girls?

Most people live their lives in the pursuit of happiness, but she accepted long ago that happiness was out of her reach. So she lived her life in pursuit of her mother’s happiness instead but still managed to fall short.

She was the moon and I was the sea, and we were always reaching for each other.