The woodcutter’s daughter was not the one saved when he split open the wolf. Hero to someone else, heralded for his selfless deed, he wandered away, seeking greatness and fame. Crumbs eaten, stones grown moss […]
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Lesley Pasquin
Standing on the sidelines of the parade grounds, they are old now, grandmothers, great-grandmothers; women who forfeited their lovers to the bagpipe sirens: the tangled sheets cooled by waving flags. Penelope knew the secret, the dark unraveling […]
