To them, she was just a monster. A girl who refused to take her yellow pills — as if she owed society her complacency after the shit hand it had dealt her.
Their tongues will burn, I thought, as though they had eaten fire. Their throats will burn when the words come out and in their bellies they will feel a torment hotter than a thousand fires.
As part of my Grimm Project, I have been slowly going through the original Grimm’s tales and writing my own re-imaginings. The motivation behind this is not only that I love a haunting fairy tale, but that I want to consider the added layer of darkness inherent to these stories because of tropes and conceits…
It’s 7:07 pm. The house is still. The forest is quiet. But Lucia is about to break a rule.