One of the shadows moved. “Were you just going to chuck it in there with no thought for the poor folks on the other side?” Flip’s voice drawled out. It was a deep voice and it made my heart skip a beat. He moved away from the trees and came to stand in front of me. “Some hard-working fellow is plowing his field and then – whop! Out of nowhere, a poisoned apple flies out and hits him upside the head.” He clucked his tongue reproachfully.
This is awesome!! =)
ReplyDeleteOnly people who know that this is one of my Sleeping Beauty retellings will be able to understand this snippet.
ReplyDeleteOh dear, that sounds foreboding. I want to know what happens now.
ReplyDeleteMe, too, Jack!
ReplyDeleteOh, wow. I love this snippet. Somehow this one line is wistful, mysterious and foreboding all at once. One of the things that's really troubling me about retelling this tale is how to deal with the one hundred year sleep. That's a long time, and I'm struggling with finding out how to express that and how to make that time pass in the story. I guess I have a ton of brainstorming to do!
ReplyDeleteI'm sure there is a way, Ana! But I agree: A hundred years IS a long time.
ReplyDeleteHow is the ready of your brainstorming coming? Getting excited?