James Ziesel

Sabrina Gets Her Witch On

It seemed to stare at her, fixated, with unblinking eye. It is inanimate, inorganic – a thing. But there it is on the table. A small black book. The kind for keeping contact information. The kind for random scribbling. College ruled pages neatly ordered between the black moleskin covers. A red silk bookmark tip protrudes from the end. A world of unlimited possibilities awaits.