I cradle your head in my lap. Youre' quite dead now, brother. I grieve now. I brush the crumbs of gingerbread I'd eaten off your face and cry. I only ever wanted you for myself my darling. That is why I kept you in the cage long after she died.
Greetings from South Africa. I love this one! Had to rake my brain a little to remember the original but I got there. Thanks for sharing your stories. Juz
you are super creepy. LOVE IT!
ReplyDeletebeing hunted by a witch can do that to a girl...
ReplyDeleteIt made more sense after I read the title. Maybe I should be doing that first?
ReplyDeleteHehe yes it is always taken into consideration that one would start to read 'at the top' and read the title. :)
ReplyDeleteGreetings from South Africa.
ReplyDeleteI love this one! Had to rake my brain a little to remember the original but I got there. Thanks for sharing your stories.
Juz
http://juztick.blogspot.com
does the title count as free words?
ReplyDelete... it adds quite a bit to the story to know the girls name.
I have never counted the title words in my stories, but I title them all.
ReplyDeleteSome people don't title their stories or pictures, but I always do. It is distinct from it.
Brilliant! I hope you've read John Connolly's Book of lost things? I think you'd like it alot :)
ReplyDeleteLove the creepy factor! What about from Hansel's perspective?
ReplyDeleteWow, I just discovered your blog. I was searching for micro-fiction. I love your stories. This one is very creepy, I like it a lot.
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