On a winter eve, she carried hundreds of us, tied into bundles. One by one she lit my fellow mates trying to warm her blue skin. By dawn, they lay useless on the damp pavement beside her frozen body. We failed her.
Wednesday, August 1, 2018
The Burnt Stick
On a winter eve, she carried hundreds of us, tied into bundles. One by one she lit my fellow mates trying to warm her blue skin. By dawn, they lay useless on the damp pavement beside her frozen body. We failed her.
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The Little Match Girl is one of my favorite Hans Christian Andersen stories, even if it's not really a fairy tale. I like the idea of the story being told from the matches' point of view.
ReplyDeleteThank you. :)
DeleteIt's my favorite too. I always cry at the end.