Rosa Roja y Nieve Blanca: Fairytale Retelling

The chapel bell tolled from the adobe church, sending reverberations echoing across the almost-ghost town. Tumbleweeds would have found another street to roll down. But in the zigzag of dusty streets and mangy dogs and falling-down mud-brick houses, one house stood tall and proud. A garden of extravagant red and white roses bloomed in its front yard. And inside it, there were two sisters, twins fraternal though not identical, who were preparing for their quinceanero. One was called Rosa Roja and one was called Nieve Blanca, after a snow globe her mother had brought back with her from New York when La Migra caught her and sent her home. She was pregnant then, and sad because the twins' father had not been willing to marry her, not for the children and not to save her from deportation and most certainly not for love.

Inspiration: "Schism" by Tool
Story Potential: High.
Notes: I like the idea of somehow tying together migration and illegal immigrants and snow white/rose red and the archetypal spaghetti western sort of small Mexican town. It would be magic realism, surreal, deliberately archaic. With coyotes and a cop. Title? "The Borders of Rosa Roja and Nieve Blanca" or something.