“Babushka tells me lots of stories. How the forest witches came to Petersburg after the deforestation.”
“Why not go further east?”
“That was already taken.”
I thought of the fox I’d seen that morning, trotting through the imitation English cloister of the University Baptist Church. It made sense that wild creatures—and maybe magical ones too—had been driven into the cities by the loss of habitat.
The first speaker is Max, who was mentioned in last week’s Six Sentence Sunday excerpt.