TITLE: Olive Green and the Water Gun Witch Hunters
GENRE: MG Fantasy
They wait in the tallest towers, in candy houses, and on the wrong sides of yellow brick roads. They lure you in with words, by telling you you’re pretty, by telling you no one else understands, and by telling you they are your only offer of help in a world that’s lonely, cold and dark.
Witches tell lies.
I do not.
My name is Olive Green, and I know about witches.
Last Tuesday, I left the school bus, holding firmly to the hand of my little brother, Frank. He’s five. Frank’s feet and his mind tend to wander.
“Would you ever get in a fight with an octopus, and if so, who would win?”
I said, “No. I wouldn’t fight an octopus.”
“Well, what if an octopus jumped right out of that tree right now, and –”
“They don’t live in trees.”
“I know, but what if one was living in someone’s swimming pool, and it escaped and…”
“Not gonna happen.”
Frank shifted gears and said, “Race you home.”
With surprising dexterity, he twisted his hand down and out of mine. He sped down the sidewalk, his backpack bouncing on his shoulders. I didn’t bother catching up. Honestly, I wanted him out of my sight.
When I reached the house, the door was wide open.
I slammed it closed.
I wasn’t worried. He rarely answered, but after stepping inside and shrugging off my backpack, I was immediately overwhelmed by an awful stench, worse than burnt popcorn.