Flash Fiction: Cottage Pee (A Fudged Up Fairy Tale)

“I swear it was here!”

The clearing in the forest was odd, no denying it. Flora refused to take root.

“Come on, pull the other one. I suppose you’re going to say the cottage sprouted legs and walked away?”

“Well…”

“And I suppose the cottage peed itself too, and that’s why there is a massive puddle. You sound like Grandma. You know she fibs, right?”

“Baba Yaga is real. Grandma says she protects those who believe.”

“You are so gullible. Stories to keep the naughty inline.”

A shadow engulfed the siblings.

The house with chicken legs bent at the knees and crushed the non-believer. Baba Yaga waved.

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Story Notes

Baba Yaga is a character from Slavic folklore. Her house with chicken legs has become an iconic image. I keep seeing images pop up here and there online. She baits The Muse. According to folklore, she is an old witch-type entity who eats children. Yummy. In some tales, she helps the hero. Maybe she has the Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde thing happening. Who knows?

If Baba Yaga keeps nagging, I’ll be breaking and entering her house. Invite myself to party with other Slavic figures. Because I need another culture to bastardise honour.

Writer Update

Apologies to Friday Fictioneers (and other readers) for missing in action during December. I pulled a muscle in my shoulder. Lucky for me, I could do pretty much everything but type and use my trackpad. The shoulder is fine now, but I’m taking it slowly just in case.

Wishing everyone a happy new year!