Description
There’s a little girl in a yellow raincoat sitting on a hollowed out log. The ground squishes beneath my feet, full of rotting leaves and mud, as I approach. A spotted frog hops over her foot. She squeals and jumps up. She points at the frog. “He used to be a fairy.” I shove my hands into my pocket. “What happened?”
“He fought a mean witch.”
The frog hops onto my sneaker. I pick up my baby sister.
“Were you the witch?”
She giggles as she puts her arms around my neck. “Maybe.”