The Frog Prince 3/7

She'd tucked her skirt in her knickers showing her pale, bruised legs. And seemed to be treading clumps of cut grass down the hall from her sandals. Beige. Buckled. Slightly too small. Her toes stretched out ahead of her and almost touched the ground.

The ball was rarely easily found. She was often round for an age. I did wonder what her parents thought with her over here for so long but they didn't speak to me, we’d never passed the time of day.

And so she searched, with the leaves on the lilac tree shaking occasionally as she did.