Moirai by Esmeralda Bianski
Moirai CLOTHO I thought the never-ending gnawing inside me was the worst pain I would ever know. The wondering. The imagining. The yearning, year after year. Oh, how wrong I was. I really had no idea. Searching for you—for all of you—I should’ve listened the first time. Silly girl should’ve listened. Why didn’t I listen? The path was blocked, and I should’ve left it that way. But stupid me sees obstacles as challenges to overcome, puzzles to solve. The no only made me hungrier for the yes . Wrong move. It was my chessboard, and I made all the wrong moves. The Queen of the castle was never going to permit me entry to see the King. And why would she? She was half-starved and forgotten herself. I don’t blame her; I blame me. For wanting to be the Princess to a King who had already cashed me in for an easy payday. $50, was it? Not bad for 1980. I wonder if the cash register dinged when they handed him the money. Maybe that would explain the ringing in my ears all these yea...
