My lovely friend and talented new writer Angie Rega has a story over at Cabinet des Fées.
Angie’s work is characterised by a glorious and rich imagination, and she taps into fairytale themes with a rare talent to reveal new and shining perspectives to old tales.
Spin Me a Yarn
I was made to work hard while my laggard mother sat idle. I cleaned the flues of soot, washed the chamber pot, scrubbed the floors and plucked the hairs off her chin?–?and all before the sun came up every morning! That is a lot of work for a lazy girl like me.
I dreamed of being a Squire’s wife, with dresses of velvet and wool to wear like the fine ladies that brought the flax to spin. But it seemed like a silly dream for a peasant girl. What Squire will marry a peasant?
Feeling sorry for myself, I wept and wept and my cries were heard right throughout the village.
“Aye, there cries the bone lazy daughter of the sow!” Tina, the village gossip cried out for the streets to hear while she washed whores’ stained sheets.
Read ze rest ‘ere.