A lasting love of baked goods — Friday Fictioneers

Founds this over at  https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/03/18/20-march-2015/ and it was such a beautiful photo, I had to write something.

© Copyright – Rachel Bjerke

Hands placed above the hearth, he inhaled until his lungs would burst.

Each stone had her scent on it. Every brick held the warmth of her touch. The floorboards where she’d walked bore the imprint of her bare feet. He loved that house, as he’d come to love her.  But, his sister hadn’t felt that way.

She’d returned, tore the house down to its skeletal frame.

He’d stopped her in time. The hearth, scraped free of the witch’s ashes, burned once more. With the sizzle-crackle of Gretel came the sweet, unforgettable scent of gingerbread baking.

The memory made him smile.

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28 responses to “A lasting love of baked goods — Friday Fictioneers

  1. Dear Raymond,

    Welcome to Friday Fictioneers. I feel it only fair to warn you that once you start it’s hard to stop.

    Your story tells a very different side of Hansel and Gretel. Nicely done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    • It’s sort of Stockholm Syndrome. Years passed, and Hansel realizes he somehow loved the Witch. He goes back to find Gretel has almost completely destroyed the home of the Witch, so in a fit of anger and insanity, he sweeps away the Witch’s ashes, to keep, and kills his sister.

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