Widow's Woods

"Elizabeth" he whispered sweetly, ushering me to answer his accursed riddle.

"Ok ok bozo, keep your suspenders on, my answer is..

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I imagined a lot of ways I'd go out but I never would have thought my life would be based on if I correctly answered a riddle.

A riddle given to me by a crazed circus clown with freakishly long arms, a cone nose and sweet, candied breath.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sorry to disappoint everyone reading this book looking for a fairytale ending because this is not that book and fairytales are lies they don't exist, no dear sweet prince, there is no glass slipper left behind, no frogs to kiss, and certainly no fairy godmothers to come and save the day only tears, pain, and regret. I can promise love but no more and much less.