Over the past week I’ve been gratified by the positive response to the podcast of “Bone Mother”. I’m delighted that the story has reached a new audience.
It’s Thursday, so that means a new piece of twitterfic for your delectation. Listening to “Bone Mother” inspired today’s snippet. Baba Yaga is a powerful character, but I haven’t revisited her since my last rewrite of the story, which would have been early in 2007. She remains clear in my head, however.
Baba Yaga knots gallstones on spiders’ legs and hangs them over the crib. They click. Chubby fingers reach. She strokes the flesh & croons.