Slugurbia

Story by Bryan Rigg

When Hansel and Gretel first moved into the suburbs they believed their lives would vastly improve. They thought for the first time they wouldn't have to worry about being eaten by one thing or another. And just moving out of the woods had been stressful enough. The interstate had just recently been constructed through what was once their home, and although at first they tried to fight the zoning, the other people simply could not do with out the finest outlet shopping the woods would soon have to offer. Luckily through this zoning change they had managed to sell their woodland estate for enough money to escape the dog eat dog of the forest and move further towards the city and into the comforts a simple woods cottage could not afford.

But moving into this area was a bigger shock than they had anticipated. The world moved at a faster pace and they were weary to trust any of these city folk. Even the contractor who seemed nice enough suggested that their new house was to be made of salt. He told them it was imperative for this area, and although Hansel considered it for a time, he had already had his fill of sweets and thought salt might be a nice change of pace, Gretel put her foot down determined not to let these people talk them into anything they did not want. In the end Gretel demanded it be made of wood like any normal house and despite the warnings she got her way.

In retrospect Gretel admitted that perhaps she had been a little too stubborn, but she had been determined to put the days of them being attacked behind her. And in the end all they could do was watch as their house was ever ever so slowly eaten away. Even the insurance company gave them little solace, stating that although giant snails were a risk of the area, they had long ago been deemed an act of God, or mad scientists obsessed with the cuteness of snails, neither of which was covered by their company. Hansel and Gretel once again learned a hard lesson that day, even if you leave a trail of bread crumbs behind the saying is true, you can never go home again.

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