Her paper hid her victorious face. Catherine rose, said
“I think perhaps we should return home.”
But as she walked the heel of her stiletto skidded on the floor and she slipped and broke her back.
The pain spilt her face into a bitter grimace as the nearby child smiled widely with relief. There was nothing that could be done. Bed bound for ever more. No one came to visit her. Her husband worked increasingly later each day.
Snezana grew more beautiful with each passing day, never did model but took a degree. Campaigned for Greenpeace in her spare time.
Lisa Williams over 7 years ago
Glad you enjoyed! X
Next week (3 Little Pigs) less uplifting (understatement)
Tim Jones over 7 years ago
Another excellent tale!
Lisa Williams over 7 years ago
Thanks Tim! X
Neville Hunt over 7 years ago
This has been great for me on a number of levels, Lisa.
1. The wife of a friend on mine in Bulgaria is called Sneza...and us Brits called her Snow White!
2. I still carry the mental scars of Macd's apple pie burns!
3. I'm sure I've seen the two of them in Hatfield - boy, that Snezana's fit! Certainly nothing to sneeze at :-)
Lisa Williams over 7 years ago
Nev- glad enjoyed and name meant something- chose it as Slavic name meaning Snow Woman.
p.s.Drew and Nev you're incorrigible xx