Karrie Fransman

Once upon a time, in the middle of winter when the snowflakes were falling like feathers on the earth, a King sat at a window framed in black ebony and sewed. And as he sewed and gazed out to the white landscape, he pricked his finger with the needle, and three drops of blood fell on the snow outside, and because the red showed out so well against the white he thought to himself: “Oh! what wouldn’t I give to have a child as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as ebony!