Hansel and Gretel were never this bittersweet

Sometimes, when you stroll along the shore of the internet at low tide, you find treasures both strange and wondrous. Sometimes, should you pick them up, they will hurt you. But it’s the warm, swollen kind of pain that reminds you why it is you sometimes find yourself wandering such beaches, the pebbles rolling hard under your feet, the water lapping your footprints smooth. Alone, but never lonely. Not with such treasures as “Bones Like Black Sugar” — a story by the magnificent and utterly brilliant Cat Valente, read here by a woman named Ruby who has a voice that will follow you long into the silence, long into the dark.