She wakes from her dream with a smile. The melody hangs about her head, a soft, delicious whisper. A dream is a wish…
A mouse scurries across the bare floor. “Hello, little friend!” she says, and scooping it up, she listens patiently to words it isn't saying.
The door opens. “Cinderella?”
“UGLY BITCHES!” She throws the mouse at her stepsister, teeth bared.
“Oh dear. Anastasia?”
A noisy, confusing interval, ending with Cinderella wrapped securely in a large sheet.
“BITCHES!” she screams. “One day, my prince will come!”
“Now, dear.” Drizella spoons soup into the frothing mouth. “That song’s not yours.”
Jonathan Mills almost 9 years ago
Been a while since I felt like writing, hope this one's OK.
D.M. almost 9 years ago
It makes me rethink the story; always good! 'Missed you.
Jonathan Mills almost 9 years ago
Aw thanks.
Embe Charpentier almost 9 years ago
Like the twisted attitude here.
Jonathan Mills almost 9 years ago
Thanks - watched the disney movie the other day with the kids I look after, suddenly thought "wait a minute - this could all be the paranoid delusions of a mad woman," and knew I wouldn't be able to get to sleep unless I wrote it down. Hope you enjoyed it.
Jonathan Mills almost 9 years ago
Thanks hope you enjoyed it.
Iarwain Olofsson over 8 years ago
And I did (enjoy), great idea.