I looked at Hansel, nervously crumbling the bread between my fingers. "Are we going to die?"
Hansel gave me a half grin. "No, Gretel. We're not going to die."
I ventured my gaze into the looming forest, a set of hungry eyes staring back at me. I wanted to believe my brother, but I couldn't. We were definitely going to die, but I didn't need to tell him that. He may be my older brother, but I was the brains here, not to mention the only rational one of the duo. I dropped the doughy ball of...
Published on May 14, 2010 08:34