The Time is Nigh
Written by Emma Mathes
Photo by Jay Kyren
At the edge of the forest, she stopped. The breaths came in and out of her lungs faster than she could think about it. She had been running, but not thinking. Now, stood still, barefoot in the muddy grass and foggy air, she reflected on what she was about to do.
She’d read enough and learned enough. The senses she’d developed told her it was time. And, she’s packed what she would need for the ritual in a fanny pack—perks of the modern witch.
With one last look towards the sky, she smiled and launched her calves back into a sprint.
