Bitter wind sliced through her jacket and froze her bare feet. The little girl slumped in an alleyway, alone. No family to protect her, only her grandmother’s lighter to display images of warmth and love through the night. In the morning, she was found frozen, joy upon her face.
This was written for the YeahWrite Microprose challenge to re-write a fable in exactly 49 words. Can you guess which one this is? Click on the link to see other stories and vote for your favorites!
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I’m in shock. Yet oddly at ease knowing that that she could focus on something that brought her joy and not her horrific fate.
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Thanks for reading!
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This, as well as the original, is such a sad story. This had all of the angst in just 49 words.
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Thank you for reading. For some reason, I’ve always thought about the little match girl when I think of fairy tales.
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The Little Match Girl is one of my favorite HC Andersen stories (though technically, it’s not really a fairy tale). Nice job bringing it into the present day by switching out the matches for a lighter.
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The little match girl always made me sad. You’ve brought out the pain in just 49 words.
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It’s such a sad tale (both the original, and your retelling). I liked the little touches that gave it a modern twist.
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