by Cynthia Bernard
I’m tired of standing by the fireplace while everyone else dances at the ball. I’m more than ready to leave silk evening gowns behind, to put on a housedress and an apron… and, okay, I’ve got a rather shrill voice and a wart here and there, but I’m not insisting that you be a prince, necessarily, either. I’m willing to overlook quite a few things, actually, if you’ll just come and sweep me away, away from my harpy of a mother and my sharp-nosed sister, away from the cinders and dust and grime that have built up around here since my step-sister got married, away from their moaning and complaining that she doesn’t invite us to the palace. I want my shot at ever-after, too, even if it’s not the happiest one, a husband, our own place, little not-so-charmings running around. I don’t care what kind of vehicle you drive, even an old pumpkin will do, just please show up early. I’m not at my best after midnight.
Bio:
Cynthia Bernard is a woman in her early seventies who is finding her voice as a writer after many decades of silence. A long-time classroom teacher and a spiritual mentor, she lives and writes on a hill overlooking the ocean, about 25 miles south of San Francisco.
Good retelling if a story with an altered perspective.
Yes, Cinderella has gone to the palace and left her half sisters ! They think they deserve a wonderful life too !!
that was fun!!
Nice and unexpected take on the question of what happens next in the classic tale! 👸