Throw the Bones and Let Them Rattle

Beware the tale of a witch.

Photo by Tú Bông on Unsplash

I stole my brother’s bones from his grave on the night of a full moon.

Though I would have been called a devil woman for it, I didn’t care. My brother deserved more than a wooden casket buried on hallowed ground. It would have made him sick to realize his wife had gotten him a plot among clerics and politicians. My brother had been…