The Apple
Posted in Fairy Tales, Fiction on February 12th, 2013 by Annabelle – 11 CommentsThe stillroom was a wreck. Elanne pressed a frustrated hand to her face, and surveyed the damage from between her fingers. The floor glittered with shards of glass, here the remains of a green bottle, there what was left of a clear one, and all of it glistening with the spirits she’d been storing here. A sweet, herbal tang filled the air so thickly she could almost taste it. She didn’t need to wonder what had happened. Her stepdaughter. Of course.