Two Bears

Three little bowls, one empty. Three empty chairs, one mended. Three beds, one empty, one rumpled, in one sleeps my son.

In town my husband’s head hangs, snarling still, above her father’s mantle.


This post was written in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge  weekend prompt:

Give a re-telling of the classic Goldilocks and the Three Bears story.  You can change the setting, the characters, and whatever details you wish, but the story should still be recognizable to us.  Keep the spirit of the original work, but make it your own.  And for once?  You have no word limit.

I know it says “no word limit,” but I’m rather partial to the 33-word microstory. Plus, there are so many 3’s associated with this story, how could I do anything but?

21 thoughts on “Two Bears

    • chrstnj says:

      Thank you. I find that the constraints of a small word limit focus my creativity – like forcing water through an ever-narrower pipe. It also makes me choose my words very carefully. It’s not always a rousing success, but it’s usually satisfying.

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