I am not saying that my cousin didn’t have any faults, because she
did: sometimes she borrowed books and would not return them until asked, she often used ALL CAPS to
show excitement or outrage, and she was convinced that sugar was the most
important thing in the universe. So she
enjoyed chocolate meringue pie for breakfast and feasted in
honeyed spotted dick for lunch, so what? Her body was hers to use as she
Yes, my cousin was weird.
But being peculiar—and perhaps nutty enough
think that building a cottage out gingerbread, cake, and pastries was a good
idea—does not make a person evil. It was her land, her sugar, her magic. And no
one had the right to tell
her what to
especially not two
homicidal little brats with entitlement issues.
So that is a hard NO, Your
Honor. I will not remove the death curse my cousin put on Hansel and Gretel. They
shall never be able to eat anything but sweets: not when their teeth start to
rot, not when their blood
turns treacle black, not when their hearts are
so inflamed they pop. If they eat anything other than gingerbread and cake and
pastries—oh my!—their privates will turn into a public sugarcane and pumpkin
spectacle. But I am not completely
I have an apple they can eat without being affected by my cousin’s curse.
- for Poets and Storytellers United--Friday Writings #5: A Second(ary) Look, where we are asked to write poetry or prose from the point of view of a secondary character in a story (book, movie, TV show…). I chose to write from the point of view of a cousin of the witch in Hansel and Gretel. Yes, I noticed just how much this quite recently concocted cousin sounds like a version of the Evil Queen who seems to have read The Wizard of Oz. 😁