There’s still dishes to scrub, floors to sweep, and laundry to wash, but at least I’m not hungry anymore. Hansel just eats and cries while I do all the work.
Some things don’t change.
And who’s to say we wouldn’t be there still, if the witch hadn’t gotten impatient, and thought to make a meal out of me? Nothing builds muscle like housework, and all it took was a quick shove and she’s the one roasting in the oven.
I haven’t freed Hansel yet.Right now, there’s no one to tell me what to do. Freedom tastes better than gingerbread.
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“Drabbles are the cookies of my writing life. They let me experiment, try out – an idea, a style – with no long-term commitment. But just because they’re short and sweet doesn’t mean I don’t pay attention. I try to let the restriction of ingredients and word count keep me on my toes.” – the writer