by Anne Agnes
Once upon a time there was a little girl who became a fate, and a man who wanted power, and another little girl who met a wolf in the woods.
The maiden sits in the grim cement cell with her knees tucked up under her chin. It’s been something like four days. Impossible to keep track underground in the dark, but that’s how often she’s fallen asleep down here. She keeps her eyes on the gap under the door. Sometimes there is light, accompanied by his footsteps. Like now.
I lost my shit at self-governing snakes.
"Only thinks of you as a friend "
Last one is the funniest