March 15, 2014 by Sez
She lived far away from their eyes. She feared them, even her own small reflection; she’d welcomed breasts, hair, height. But the bloody things kept being born, toddling, slobbering, growing teeth…
They made her blood cold.
Her cottage was cozy and sweet. But for her eyes, hers and the forest’s.
Then they came, horrible. So deep in the wood, must have come to find her. Now she watched as they came, ravenous, beady eyes glazed. They’d gobble her, cottage and all, if they could.
The stove burning hot, she opened the door and got ready to fight for her life.