Trena Tackitt

I see lots of posts on my platforms recently relating to the live-action release of Snow White. While I have no intention of watching the film myself (nor do the reviews make me want to), I have been mulling over old fairytales a lot recently, probably because the film made me think of them.

It's been a long time since I last laid in the dark, crying over this. But tonight, every time I move my jaw or slide my tongue over my teeth, a familiar throbbing pain pulses through the molar that isn't there anymore.

"Can I ask you something?"