Friday Fictioneers: Rumpelstiltskin’s Hut
The professor put on her spectacles and peered closely at the green thing in her hand.
The girl across the table nodded, meekly and frowned.
“Yes prof Heeney.”
The professor frowned and then gestured for the girl to leave the room. She rubbed her thumbs against the side of the hat. Finally she may have something that will validate her work. For years she had been asserting that fairy tales were not tales.
They were based on true stories. Slices of history. She remembered stories she had heard in a quaint German town sometime back of disappearing children. Taken by a nameless man.
She turned towards her computer at the sound of her email alert.
The picture of a stone hut appeared on her screen, with a note.
Dear Professor, chanced upon this while taking a walk in the woods. Regards, Crawford. P.s. I am in Hesse.
Can it be?