Birthday Girl
The clock ticks
Three minutes to go…
Two…
On the cusp of fourteen
On the cusp of womanhood
(according to the laws of Faery)
One…
No longer thirteen
No longer limited to mortal sight
No longer a child
The clock strikes
There is her mother
There her three sisters
There the man who murdered them
“Happy Birthday darling.”
She takes up the sword.
2 comments:
Your artwork really is fabulous!
Thank you Penny :)
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