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She moves to the hearth, reaches for the poker. The tip is orange.
We share a look. I nod.
Do it.
Sizzle.
White pain.
My flesh burns. I smell it.
I bite down.
Splinters in my mouth. Jaw aches. Vomit threatens.
I swallow.
She reaches for a roll of gauze. She binds it tightly around the stubs at the end of my foot.
We catch each other eyes – hers wide, fearful. Mine watering, tears rolling down my cheeks.
Both determined.
We look at the glass object on the counter.
"See if it fits."
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Sister | A Cinderella Retelling
FantasyShe picks up the pliers. "This is going to hurt." --- A feminist Cinderella retelling
