A bobbin of yarn is the fuse to one man’s life.
Category: Stories From The Witch Cord
There was something peculiar about the man who knocked on our door that morning.
They hadn’t bothered to give her a name when she was born.
The blue dress is gone and whilst I no longer want to find it, I still wear it in my dreams.
Sticks and stones may break your bones but knots can always find them.
A witch is just a woman wronged.
One knot two knot
three knot do not…
I grew from the touch of weeds and wood
I grew from the taste of ripe red blood