1317 had been a
year of famine but not for Marigje and Max, no it had been a feast
year for them.
Marigje was old,
she didn't even know how old but she was old enough to have taken up
cackling. Her only friend was Max, a rather distasteful cat that
never purred and only killed for sport. They really were well suited
to each other.
They lived deep
in the woods, so deep that wolves couldn't find their way out if they
found themselves in her yard. But any wolf that was so careless as to
find itself there deserved to be removed from the gene pool.
A welcome sight
greeted the duo that sunny morning. Walking down the path two
children, a boy and a girl, hand in hand. Yet another pair of
siblings abandoned by their parents.
Yes, Marigje and
Max were having dinner delivered tonight.
3 comments:
It's definitely a witchy theme :-)
Oh my, nasty! Loved it...
D.B. McNicol
Romance & Mystery...writing my life
Nice twist there on the fairy tale. Very well done! Liked that.
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