Mixed up with Princesses

Writing Club Nov 19, 2013

Exercise #2 Write a story with the title “Mixed up with Princesses”

Mixed up with Princesses

He ran by, swift as a gazelle, catching Connie’s eyes like fly paper.  He was a beauty in his pink satin dress and highlighted in gold, enough to make her want to cry.  It was strange that her knight in shining armor would be donning fuchsia, but not strange enough to turn her off.  Those were his colours and he held them high as he passed.  Elegance was his middle name immediately. 

Her fixed gaze followed him down the cobble stone street, mesmerized by his footfall.  She wanted to continue on with him into eternity.  Connie got up and pressed her nose to the cold glass window.  Her breath swirled in puffs, haloing her viewpoint in white clouds and warming her blushing cheeks.  She wanted to jump up and run after him and shout that in all his magnificence, he had forgotten her, but alas, the sea witch had taken her voice and the royal shoemaker had made her boots of lead. 

Never again would she move from this glass prison, for the tower had no door.  Tears began streaming down her face as her true love disappeared out of sight until tomorrow.  She pounded a fist against the wall.  The king appeared in the magic looking glass dressed in his purple robe as always condemning her behavior.  It was not proper decorum for a titled lady to strike a blow, even if it was towards an unforgiving wall.  Sitting down upon her velvet stool with utmost composure, she picked up the gold inlayed paddle brush to pull it through her twenty feet of golden mane for another eleven hours again.  Sing pretty bird no more.

Resigned to a life of captive chaste, Connie the princess would never run amongst them though she dreamed of flight.  She returned to her vigil at the window that one day her prince would come.

The King spoke again, “Alice, it’s time to take your mushroom.”  A dutiful daughter she, with all the grace of noble birth, she popped it in her mouth and chewed without spitting it out this time.  At least it wasn’t an apple, she hated apples for they made her sleepy.  Maybe she would shrink and fall down a rabbit hole.