Bread Crumbs: If Only Hansel Had Listened To Gretel, Vol. 3

© Copyright Abra Ebner

In the woods, father led us in a direction we'd never been in before. We weaved over broken land and fern filled valleys where trails did not exist. When we'd walked for close to two hours he set us to work gathering kindling while he walked a ways back with his axe in hand. "I will be cutting over here."

I waited until Father disappeared, not able to concentrate on the task I had been given. I heard his axe—Chop. Chop. Chop—the sound cooling my nerves.

He hadn't left...