Flash Fiction: By Root, By Stem

The lovers slipped into the forest, and the knights hesitated as a voice creaked from the wood.

“By root. By stem. Tis not valor, but villainy you portend!”

Grandmother Willow stepped forth with groaning strides, the old entwife a leafy giant.




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