The mirror was silent. Well, it has been silent for a week now. "I should have guessed that the tradeswoman was cheating on me". "Snow White?" she moaned, agitated. In the reflection of the mirror the queen saw her stepdaughter, who, standing on her fingertips, stretched her thin hands towards the large apple tree. The queen remembered the doctor’s words immediately. "The recurrent failure to resist impulses to steal items even though the items are not needed". Snow White has been struggling to overcome kleptomania. Moreover, her has mood changed in the blink of an eye. She twisted sparrows’ necks just because of being in the dumps. Snow White even had a partiality for bottle. It seemed to the queen that this poor child will never acquire her bad habits.
That night the queen tried to get some sleep, but she failed to. She will do everything by herself. At all costs. No outside help. No hired killers and other freelancers. After killing her husband, she definitely knew what she was capable of. The next morning, as soon as the first rays of the sun gilded the tops of apple trees in the garden, the queen took the girl to the forest.
It might once have been filled with animals and birds, but now a vast silence reigned over it. Everything was blanketed in fog. Twisted roots of trees reminded snakes. The densely packed oaks stood stock-still despite the icy breeze, they only squeaked a little. Besides, the trees were naked — no leaves to cover them up.
Suddenly, a shovel sound came from the depths of the forest. A girl who had no idea what was going on asked the queen excitedly: "What is that?"
"Probably someone is cropping a glade with daisies", answered the queen.
"Or with primroses?" the Snow White always enjoyed rattling on.
Heavy shovel in someone’s hands dug a grave. The queen knew it wasn’t the first time someone tried to obliterate the traces of crime in this godforsaken place.
"Well," she said, in a voice suddenly soft. "I guess so."
"Or maybe…"
"You make a hell of a lot of noise!" the queen blurted nervously. She still harbored doubts about her plan. "Snow White, how about playing hide and seek?" she asked and smiled in innocence.
At the same moment the shot echoed through the woods. Another dirty business was done.
"Great!" The Snow White gasped with delight and closed her eyes tightly, "One, two…."
The queen started running. She ran without stopping and her heart skipped a beat. She finally got what she wanted. Freedom and deliverance. The Snow White would not outlast even a couple of hours. But where did this remorse come from?
After running almost a kilometer, she suddenly stopped and froze. "What have I done?"
Every day of her life she would feel a month older. The committed crime will haunt her in the nightmares. She was puzzled how to act.
Eventually, she returned to the place, where Snow Beauty was left. In extreme case, it was better to finish the girl in order to finish everything.
There was no sign of Snow White. Wild screams remained unanswered. No respond. The queen stared into space with her mouth open.
Meanwhile, Snow White went in the direction of a wide shallow house with a deeply inset door framed in a mosaic.
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