The slipper went on easily, of course. She forced a smile for the prince. She should have known the story’s ending when she felt the cool marble underfoot. She’d only wanted to dance.
This post was written in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge weekend Trifextra prompt:
The last strains of sunlight lingered in the corners, grasping every available point of refraction. She slid her fingertips along the glass wondering if this was all there ever was. Or could be.
I wanted to do something clever – mix my words in with the words given, change the order of things, that sort of thing. After all, the editors just said “add 33 words of your own.” They didn’t specify where. But this response just came to me, and I decided to go with the flow rather than wrestle with something “clever.”