Red Snow

Rosie

Are you real? I heard her ask.

Of course I'm real. But only to you, I told her. Do you love me anyway?

Yes yes I love you Rosie I love you! she cried. I smiled. Of course she loved me. I was the only one who told her the truth.

Stupid little starlet, little Bianca Snow, beautiful and pure and an absolute idiot.

Oh, how I loved having so much power over little Bianca Snow.

Little Bianca Snow, who did what I told her to.

Little Bianca Snow, who would run away or jump off a cliff or kill a man if I said the word.

Bianca, Bianca, Bianca.

So sweet and pale and innocent.

So gullible and trusting.

My Bianca, my little B-B-Gun.


Rosie, I don't want to go to this stupid dinner tonight she whined.

Then don't go. Run away to the woods with me, B-B-Gun. Run away and we'll find happiness, just you and me together.


Can we really do that? she asked.

Of course we can. You trust me, don't you?

I felt her nod fast and stand up.


Always and forever.

Always and forever.

Silly Bianca Snow.