My
world was never meant to be real. It was carved out of the imagination of folks
who lived in Once Upon A Time. I was around for thousands of years before the Brothers
Grimm even attempted to legislate my existence, but somehow they did succeed in
giving me an eternal life.
The
world was a sheet of white before three perfect drops of red fluid fell from my
mother’s womb. Imagine three perfect cherries sitting on top of an ice cream,
well that was the aerial view before she let me go.
My
plump red body wailed at the shock of the bitter cold blanket onto which it
landed. The man, who found me lying
there, agitated, was a huntsman. He was out scouring the forest for wolves. He leaned
over me: tall, strong, boozy breath,
sheepskin jacket. His left eyebrow lifted high on his forehead and his right eye
winced through the peep hole of the rifle, he considered shooting his find,
taking it back to his dusty cottage, and stringing it up by the ankles over an
open fire.
Something
stopped him, I’m really not sure what it was, but something did. In a moment of
clarity he threw the rifle to the ground and cupped me up into his nicotine stained
palms. Of course, I now recognise the smell of stale tobacco as the smell of my
father. Sitting inside his rucksack, the
air rattled around inside my tiny lungs and he marched me through the forest.
When
we got inside, he wrapped me up in a blanket and plopped me into the washing
tub. His moustached face peered down at me and I suckled on his knuckles for
some time.
On
my seventeenth birthday, my Grandmother presented me with a beautiful red cape.
The thing about my world is that the snow
never goes away, never turns to sludge or melts into oblivion. The thing about
my red cape is that it shines as brightly against the white world, as the three
drops of blood that came out of my mother’s womb . . .
(written by Rachel Dealtry)
I like this, but then I like anything to do with fairy tales and fantasy and other worlds and total escapism. Especially where there's a twist, as should be the case with good sci fi or fantasy, a satirical or philosophical angle. I think it takes extreme imagination to conjure up a world that doesn't exist, rather than write about one the writer knows about.
ReplyDeleteI like the way your story mixes a child's fairy tale (detachment and monsters) with the slightly macabre, complete with ethical aspects that give the original a whole new taste.
Agree. Really love the world you have created, and the lyrical way you bring a fairy tale to life and make it feel so real and rekevant. I would have liked MORE though. And to have had my expectations of LRRH turned on their head. She doesn't sound like the innocent girl we were told about as kids. Did she fall out with her overprotective father, for example, and go looking for the wolf... BG
ReplyDeleteI found this really intriguing. I do like to have my expectations messed with a bit as I read, and this did that. I was thinking, 'human baby', then 'animal' (stringing up by the ankles), then 'human' again. I am still somewhat uncertain, but I somehow think that was Rachel's intention. I would like to see more of this, and perhaps all will be slowly and teasingly revealed?
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Thank you for the feedback, it's really useful, R x
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