A small witch in a pointed hat tumbles down the front of the shirt with her arms out, while a plain wooden broom hovers on its own a long way below, waiting.
The broom is level and steady. She is not.
It is the moment before a landing that may or may not go well, and the design leaves it unresolved. The empty fabric between them is doing all the timing. For Halloween, for children, and for anyone who prefers a joke that takes a second to find.
