A fractured fairytale By Elise Chytra-McGirr

For the first few hours in the car it
was completely silent. But then,
Fernando saw a pile of bricks
outside the window. He
slammed on the brakes and he
said, “I’ll go and ask that man if I
can use those bricks to make
my house. You two can walk
from here, and anyway you
don’t have to make the same
house as me.”