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In losing his pain, had Tom lost himself? short story, 54 mins running time
Excerpt
What lay beneath the gray shroud was not her poor, beloved Tom. It was a large wooden manikin, crudely carved and rough. Someone had whittled the shape of his nose, jutting from the center of a face with planes and angles too sharp to have felt the touch of sandpaper. Lips leered in a splintery grin, a caricature of the soft smile she knew so well, and jagged Xs had been gouged in lieu of eyes. Tufts of straw and dry grass were glued and knotted around the head, the color several shades lighter than the soft brown waves of her husband's hair.
Author's Comments
"I've always loved fairy tales and folklore, and this suburban fairy tale re-imagines and combines the classic Tam Lin ballad with changeling legends to explore themes of loss, love, and grief. Written during a stressful time of job insecurity and career anxiety, it was therapy, catharsis, and liberation for me, and there's a lot of myself in it. There's also a bit of my pet skunk, Hobkin, in it.)"(Eugie Foster)
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