Witchcraft for Wayward Girls

by Grady Hendrix

She noticed the girls staring at her. “Would you prefer me to be ashamed?” she asked. “My appearance is the least of my qualities.” Fern looked somewhere else. Zinnia did, too. Miss Parcae’s voice softened. “You’ll look like this one day,” she said. “They hate us enough. Don’t hate yourselves, too.”