Hung Out to Cry
Summary
The Little Match Girl learns that even killing herself doesn't end her torment. D,
Hung Out to Cry
Author’s Note: This drabble of precisely 100 words was written for the AFF Forum’s biweekly prompts 28 June 2015 No. 219: hair, harpy, horrific
Author's Note the Second: This story is a thematic sequel to my story "Striking Out," which details how the Little Match Girl got herself into this situation. Read that here: http://books.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600095501
The Little Match Girl hit the ground with horrific force in a forest of gnarled trees. Her toes elongated and dug roots into the soil; her skin became bark-like. Branches with deformed, black leaves sprouted from her hair.A half-woman/half-bird grotesque perched on the transformed Girl. “Welcome to the Seventh Circle of Hell, the Wood of the Self-Murderers,” squawked the Harpy, biting off a leaf. The Girl audibly wailed in pain, her twig bleeding where the Harpy fed. “You discarded your body in life and thus are denied one here. You will know only the physical pain of dismemberment. Forever.”