Longleaf Review

My piece “When I Lived With the Witch” begins, “Look Annie, at the top of the hill. In the forest there‚Äôs one red tree, see it? The witch lives there…”

Though this story is fictional, at its heart it’s about my beloved much-missed mom. The idea for this story began with a photograph of a forested hill and one red tree. I thought, “That’s where the witch lives, I bet.”

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