I'll assume you want a short creative piece titled "I Raft You, Big Sister Is a Witch" and write a new, polished vignette. If you meant something else, say so and I'll adjust.
"Where did she go?" they asked often, a question stacked on top of other questions—grief, curiosity, the need to fit a story into an explanation. i raf you big sister is a witch new
"Maybe," she answered. "Or maybe I broke what needed breaking." I'll assume you want a short creative piece
Sometimes, on nights when the moon was a pale coin and the river made the same small, endless music, I went back to the bank. I ran my hands through the mud and let the cool seep into my wrists. I would trace the circles she had made and speak the names she used to call the trees, and the leaves would stutter and glow, as if remembering a lullaby. "Maybe," she answered