The Path of Needles
by Amanda Lord
There's a quicker way than the path of pins, of playing dress-up, holding too warm hands, being shy as moonflowers facing their devastating sun. We'd all been told before about the other path where the flowers smell sweet as candy. Where the wolves wait to take your hand. "Be bold, be bold, but not too bold. They didn't tell you that the wolf may be found, sipping tea with grandmother, or that even the woodcutter might look for a little "repayment." That the path can change without you ever missing a step. They will probably tell you, that red was a provocative color, surely there was a misunderstanding, It is not so, nor it was not so, and God forbid it should be so" and besides the woods was no place for a girl. Between you and I, Red? There was never a misunderstanding. It is not so, nor it was not so. Only a wolf insisting he thread the needle, so you'd know what he thought you were worth. Between you and I, Red? I am tired of girls pulled onto the path of needles. Of letting others slant our story. I'll armor myself in scarlet and fury, and be bolder still as long as they come bearing lies in their teeth.
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