Frames from an abandoned project.

“Cherry in her ear, flower in her hair, she came on her feet, smaller than ours as we know, but such fast travelling feet, feet that traveled alone, with this girl, that ate her earrings. The bugs and the mosquitoes always tried to kiss her, she was so sweet with her porcelain skin, the girl that had small feet. In the basket of her barbie-coloured bike she brought sugar plums, green and purple, because purple was the colour of the communion wafer, and of kissing the baby that had small feet, which looked really big, and that had screws just like beds and father’s boxes. The plums were for her grandmother, who was sick, but the girl did not have a red riding hood, because those attract wolves and in this mountain there are no lumberjacks. These plums, she had collected herself, because there had been men with small feet, who were more capable than this sweet girl, and had made stairs with the screws and the woods of the bed, and as so, what had been used for sleeping, was now used for climbing, and collecting plums for the grandmother that was sick.”