Friday Improv: and then they died.

Hey guys! Time for some improv and of course, that means I come running to write you a short but powerfl little drabble. Today will be mostly therapeutic for me. I've had to read over a dozen fairytales the last couple of days and felt like strangling the Brothers Grim or Mother Goose, hell just anyone that had to do with fairytales to begin with. So when TwittahMom gave me the prompt "and then they died", I started plotting my revenge against the world of fairytales.

So here goes:

Bella pleaded with Jasper to turn back. Surely, their father would be waiting at home by now, and if they kept wandering around for much longer, the breadcrumbs might blow away with the wind, or worse, be eaten by animals.

Jasper wouldn't hear of it, being the oldest and almost a man, he felt it was his responsibility to bring them home, and he'd be damned if he took the pussy way out by following Bella's stupid breadcrumbs.
"We're almost there, Bella. Trust me."

He couldn't quite make out what Bella mumbled behind the fabric of her scarf, but it sounded something like "You've been saying that all day." and to be honest, it pissed Jasper off. Quickening his pace, he forced her to run in order to keep up with him, tiring out her already exhausted little body even more.

Bella was whining, and she knew it, but they had been walking for far too long for her to care. Only when she ran out of breadcrumbs did she put her foot down and refused to walk another step.
"We have to go back!" she shouted, and to her surprise, Jasper agreed.

They followed the crumbs back for at least seven miles, until suddenly the trail ended. There wasn't a single crumb left in sight and Bella fell to her knees sobbing, as she kept on repeating, "I knew it."

Jasper's attention wasn't on Bella though, because through the trees he could make out the dark smoke of a chimney burning. Excitement grew inside of him with the knowledge that they were so close to home, but he didn't tell his little sister, opting to let her cry out first. The stress of the day would wear anyone down, and poor Bella was only ten years old after all.

Instead, he decided to go investigate first, while his sister cried and picked at the leftover breadcrumbs. Refusing to let his eyes stray from the smoke, he crawled, walked and stumbled his way through the thick forest to a house. Only it wasn't a regular house. It was made entirely from gingerbread, candy canes and other delicious candy. His stomach growled on cue and he nearly walked out of the tree line, but just in time the old witch walked out.

Jasper vaguely remembered a bedtime story his mother used to tell him, about a brother and sister that got lost in the woods and then nearly gotten eaten by an old witch with a house just like this. He couldn't put his sister in danger like that and with a heavy heart he turned back. He hadn't found their home, nor did he find shelter for them that night. He was a failure, and Jasper knew it.

Having kept his eyes upwards the entire time, Jasper had no clue where he had come from and now, he had lost his sister as well. Days and nights passed where he looked for the little annoying sprite, while on the other side of the forest said little sprite was looking for him. Hunger gnawed at both of them, but they refused to give up. Once they found each other, all would be alright again. They'd eat, they'd chat, they'd find home and live out their life happy and healthy.

On the sixth day, they were both weak and tired, but by some miracle, they did find each other. As they embraced and whispered words of gratitude to the heaven's above, they sunk to their knees. Bella gently kissed Jasper on the cheek, showing him the sibling affection that had been lacking for years now and promised him everything would be alright. Jasper believed her, and then they died.


That was one weird ending, but hey, it's improv after all.
I hope you enjoyed it anyhow and I'll see you all soon for more.

Shirley Out.