Cinderella–Three Versions

Cinderella & Prince Charming
written by kc
©2005

She’s thinking, he’s so charming and well dressed.
He’s thinking she’s so delicate and beautiful.
She’s wishing he would kiss her and hold her until the sun comes up.
He’s wishing he could try on her dress.
A fish suddenly jumps in the water and startles Cinderella so that she falls into Prince Charming’s arms.
As he supports her tiny body, he wonders if anyone would hear the scream when he throws her in the lake.
Cinderella can not swim.
Certainly not in that enormous garment. While she struggles for air, Prince Charming runs away, terrified, like a little boy running from the town bully.

Untitled
written by sw
©2005

She stared deeply into his large innocent brown eyes, past his perfectly groomed hair and flawless skin … his eyebrows were plucked more perfectly than her own. And yet he wanted her … at least he thought he did; at this perfect moment, she was everything he wanted. Fairy godmother, my ass. Hours of desperate grooming and primping got her here. If only he could see the pile of clothes on her bedroom floor, [the ones] that hadn’t made the cut. With the final result: her having to suck in her gut all evening.

It’s really going to have to be love.


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written by mk
©2005

Idyllic moonlight, with silver rims, the clouds, and the stars fall sparkling in the deep blue water of the pond where the perfect couple stand, Cinderella and Prince Charming having found each other at the beginning of happily ever after

but there is black water falling in the shadows and a ripple under the lily pads in a dark corner.

Over there? Where? Don’t look maybe it isn’t there maybe it will go away.

They lean their heads together and reminisce about the glass slipper and the moment he slipped it on her perfect foot

but the ripple approaches in the dark something else is contemplating that perfect foot

a dainty tender morsel
a mouthful
a bite.