Rewitched

by Lucy Jane Wood

“It’s supposed to exist in its own little bubble of cosiness that’s entirely separate from the real world.”

And so life had unfolded. The wheel stayed in hands that weren’t her own, and she continued watching out the window as the road sped past.

“It’s never the right time. Ever. If you’re waiting for all of the stars and planets to align before you make decisions that’ll make you happier, you’ll be waiting forever.”

It seemed to be happening increasingly often—this moment where she’d look around for the responsible adult to guide her with a hand at the small of her back before the gut-punch realisation that she was on her own to make the call.