Once upon a time a woodcutter, a woman, and their children were hungry. And oh what a terrible thing it is to be ravenous. The little children chewed on the collars of their coats. They marked each new rib that stretched their skin. The mother stirred scraps of leather and sawdust in a rusting pot. She cursed her husband, his soft words, and his warm promises. Worse than his smile was her wanting, and how together they planted the greedy things that broke her open after they had taken all that they could.
Spooky and brilliant!!
Thank you, Rebecca!