by Paula Gail Benson
By Viktor Vasnetsov
My two Ukrainian Babas
sat with their scarfed heads touching. Their fierce tempers showed in the
whispers spewing from their lips.
“What is it?” I,
the favorite grandchild, asked.
Tato’s mama said, “The
American babies beg for us to tell the Snow Maiden story.”
“You have heard it
many times.”
Mama’s mama
replied, “In different ways.”
“How different?” I
asked.
“In one version,
she is a child crafted from snow by mortals,” Tato’s mama explained.
“No,” Mama’s mama
maintained. “She is the daughter of immortals who seeks to love a mortal.”
I advised, “Tell
both and let the children decide.”
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This 100 word story is offered as an entry for the annual Advent Ghosts event hosted by Loren Eaton at I Saw Lightning Fall. See the other entries there. Thanks, Loren, for the opportunity!
Now I want to read the remaining parts ...
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