Episode 05: Two Roads
Imagine, if you will, a well-worn journal. Scuffed leather binding, smudged with soot and mud. “My name is Ezra,” the journal begins, “and I am fire.”
Vera and the Witch
Here’s another short story from back in my college days, when I was taking courses in creative writing.
I’ve taken some liberties with Baba Yaga in this tale and created my own lost girl to meet with her. This Baba is a lot more like a grumpy old Sophie Hatter than the devilish pestle-wielding crone in the Cinderella-adjacent story of Vasilisa, but there have been many Babas Yaga in Slavic folklore–sometimes multiple in the same tale–so I don’t think I’ve strayed too far beyond the realms of possibility here.