Her magic is quiet humming, smooth stones, potions brewed the week before Easter. She draws her fingers across your back and blows gently in your face. Sometimes it doesn’t seem like she’s doing much of anything at all.
Wolfbian: A Short Story by Mia Hooper (via rosencrantz)
(I have backed way off tumblr for time-management reasons in the past few months, but I wrote this story and it is on The Toast!)












