My fellow blogger/writer Liz Kellebrew has provided an unusual and heartfelt story for Anne’s and my Cinderella collaboration project, and I’m delighted to share it with you. Liz is a Seattle SF/F writer who writes the most breathtaking poetic speculative fiction as well as funny and adept science fiction and fantasy. Her work is starting to appear in short fiction publications, and it’s only a matter of time before she becomes even more well-known. Thank you, Liz!
Everyone: enjoy! Please leave a comment for Liz with your thoughts, if you’d like. Liz is new to the blogging world and I’m sure she’d be excited to hear any words you may wish to share.
Once upon a time, there was a boy who lived with his parents and two sisters in a midsize town by a muddy river. He was his parents’ second child, and his name was James.
Because he was the middle child, no one paid much attention to him except to scold him (which his parents did), or to blame him for something (which his sisters did). Also, because he was the only boy child, the greater share of unfavorable chores came to him as well: picking up the dog’s poop, taking out the garbage, scrubbing the toilets and bathtubs, chopping and stacking firewood, mowing the lawn, raking leaves, and shoveling snow, depending on the seasons. He also had to go with his father and help load and unload the pickup with refuse for the dump twice a year, and every time he went he thought of all the disgusting things…
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