The Honey Witch

by Sydney J. Shields

“She is always here,” Althea says. “Before, the veil was only thin enough for you to see her during the full moon.”

She is aways here.

Every time she encounters something that she would have once shared with her grandmother—a new recipe, a good book, a bad dream—she sees the face of that grief instead.

Melissa

“Wait,” August says, and Lottie and Marigold turn to meet his gaze. “I think I’m getting that feeling.” Lottie sighs. “You don’t have to announce it, August. Just go to the privy.”

Lol

“Rest your arms over your head,” Lottie instructs, her tone sharp and warm.

So titanic. Much rose.