Mother read that story with the crumbs and the kids. So when she sent me into the forest, she gave me some bread.
I’d have crumbled it if there were witches, or bartered with wolves. But because my monster was the one sending me out, I ate it up instead.
Chelsea Utecht is an American abroad in Tbilisi, Georgia where she teaches literature and writing. A recent participant in the renowned Iowa Writers’ Workshop, she has been previously published in Fifty-Word Stories and her work is forthcoming in Shooter Literary Magazine.
Interesting twist. Good you ate the bread and left no crumbs…hopefully the monster will never find you
Thank you so much for your kind comment. Some monsters are easier to escape than others.
Well done. Zinger endng.
Thank you for your comment. I appreciate it <3
Such a beautiful rhythm to this one
Thanks, Samantha!
The love and total trust in one’s Mom
went right into my heart!
Thank you, Joan. I appreciate your support :)