In the Woods
By A.E. Decker “Felicia told you to do what?” “Look, babe,” drawled her stepmother’s chauffeur-cum-gamekeeper-cum-lackey, boredom lacing his Northern British accent. “I’m not happy about it either.” “You’re not happy about it.” He shrugged. Noncommittally, Snow felt. “Felicia commands you to murder me and leave my body in the woods…