6/12/2023 0 Comments Little thieves margaret owen![]() ![]() Wherever she goes, the milk spoils, the wool tangles, the grain spills. “ We’re stretched thin to feed the twelve other mouths already, and this one- she’s ill luck. ![]() “Please,” the woman said, shivering in snow up to her shins. Her other hand was locked around the ragged mitt of a little girl beside her. One hand clutched a dimming iron lantern, which smoldered just bright enough to catch the snowflakes flitting by like fireflies before they melted back into the shadows. Her dull carrot- colored curls twisted from under a woolen cap, her wind- burnt red face as w orn as the th readbare cloak o ver he r should ers. ![]() On this night, a woman had come to do just that: meet them. More than that cannot be said, for no two souls see Death a nd Fortune t he same way yet w e all know when we mee t them. They stood tall and unfathomable in the glass- smooth snow, Death in her sh roud of pyre- smoke and shadows, a nd Fortu ne in her gown of gold and bones. ![]()
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