Alpha Maximus
Jazz Fordimagine yourself in a frozen forestwhy am i still here just to sufferthrough my windowdashing through the snow in a pair of broken skis
My fingers glide over the front cover of a book, 'History of Witches,’ I read out loud.
I open the book and peer down at a list of names with birth dates and town of birth. I flick through the pages until the last name on the list starts to glow, 'Anna Glint. Healer’s Coven,’ I read.
A sudden breeze makes me turn and face the red velvet curtain.