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Today's Prompt:

Inventory from a hoarder’s house.

The ambulance was just pulling away when I pulled in. Mr. Corn, the coroner and Mrs. Hazel Nesbitt-Greene, the local realtor stood shoulder to shoulder on the stoop, one dressed all in black, one in eye gouging teal blue floral print and a violently pink blouse.

I stared at them through my window, one with his head bowed, checking things off on a black clipboard, the other waving enthusiastically at me, vicious red lips stretched in an eerie smile under over plucked brows and hair as high as the Texas heat.

“Missy! Missy Jones! Is that you? Why I haven’t seen you since you were yay high!” She held her hand out even with her boney hip and waggled her charm bracelets at me.

“Fuck,” I whispered, then watch her mouth tighten. Figured she could read lips. I blinked hard, swallowing my panic at having to face this house again. I breathed, as I had been taught, I rolled my shoulders, then I gave in and reached into my purse and slid two Adavan under my tongue. I reached for the door handle, and shuddered.

Just one more – for good luck. A third Adavan joined the other two as they turned to soothing sand in my mouth. Before I could decide that I should be less sedated for this shitshow, I pushed myself out of the car and braced against the memories.

The tire swing in the old tree was gone, but the frayed rope that had broken many years ago dangled forlornly from the old tree’s branches. I broken collarbone, 2 destroyed rose bushes and more scratches and scrapes than I could remember – plus the wooden spoon welts that I had covered for days.

The front steps sagged under the weight of the memories, and I had to blink away Nana’s ghost, hovering behind the two relative strangers at the top of the steps.

The window in the front parlor still masked with wood after a ball had gotten loose and smashed through the pane. A leather belt had left long welts around my legs and waist for that one.

I grit my teeth and felt the warm wave of relaxation flow over me as the Adavan kicked in.

“Mrs. Nebitt. Mr. Corn. Nice to see you both,” I murmured, tucking my chin into the collar of my shirt, and feeling like nothing so much as a frightened child awaiting punishment.

“Nesbitt-Green, dear.” Mrs. Nesbitt- Green corrected me. Mr. Corn just nodded his round face. His black suit was stretched to its limits over his girth, but he still looked 1 step from death – skin grey and eyes sunken.

Without a word, he handed me the clipboard, pointing with shockingly boney finger at a dotted line at the bottom of the page.

I signed it without reading it, not caring much what he wanted, just wanting this all to be over and to be back in my apartment in the rush of the city. Where things were safe.

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Snow White and the Wicked Curse: Chapter 1

Snow White and the Vicious Curse: Chapter 2

Snow White and the Seven Thieves: Chapter 3

The final chapter, Snow White and the Poisoned Apple.

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With Love,

Regina Grimm is the author of erotic fairytales, written for the uninhibited readers 18+.

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Snow White and the Wicked Queen: Chapter 1
Snow White and the Vicious Curse: Chapter 2
Snow White and the Seven Thieves: Chapter 3
Snow White and the Poisoned Apple: The Final Chapter

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