“Third time, he called as a demon bear, arms spilling with apples from the haunted orchard. My daughter stood on the porch, and the demon bear slouched against the rain barrel, looking up at her with achy brown eyes. Her cotton dress was cinched at the waist and her gumboots were muddy. He fed her crisp fruit. The neighbors all hissed Persephone, you slut, but that means nothing to a deaf girl…”
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Anna Lea Jancewicz 
Provocative, haunting, enchanting and wonderful. I found each writer’s handling of this prompt to be so revealing and compelling and enjoyable, and yours is my favorite. Thank you for sharing it.
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It was truly gripping, I just wanted to keep reading for more!
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