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Rumpelstiltskin in Love - Flash Fiction Online
His love is alchemy; his touch transmutes. I turn to gold at his faintest glance. “Do I have a mother?” he asks me. He is precocious. Every father thinks his son is special, but I know. His eyelashes are so fine they are almost transparent. His skin is the color of ripe wheat. He is as beautiful as his mother, but more so, because she was so full of fear. She was a creature of shadows, and my boy is all sunlight.