The awesome What If? Blogfest is this week! This is the objective.
Think of your favorite "well known" fairytale and ask "What If…!"
Then, pick one of these four categories:
· Best Plot Twist
· Best Love Story
· Best Tragedy
· Best Comic Relief
Finally, write a scene(s) illustrating a new detail of the fabled fairytale that changes our perspective.
The entries are limited to a 300 word maximum.
Though all the categories seemed interesting and fun, I chose to go for Team Plot Twist. These well known fairy tales, while fun, can all use a little tweak. I saw this as a great opportunity to do a little tweaking of my own.
So, here you go Cassie Mae (who is acting as the wise and fair judge of the plot twist category), fellow blogfest participants, and flash fiction readers. Here is my entry, which comes in at exactly 300 words.
If the Shoe Fits . . .
“I can’t believe this!” Cinderella heaved her clothes into the suitcase, pretending the prince’s face was buried beneath the growing pile of garments. He could choke on them for all she cared. “I thought he liked me. What the hell was I thinking?”
The mice had already scattered. They hid in the shadows, watching as the girl who once sang her way through life’s problems transformed into a spitting cobra.
Her fairy godmother, on the other hand, watched calmly from her seat on the bed. “What makes you think he didn’t like you? He searched for you, didn’t he?”
“Oh yes. He did.” Cinderella smirked. “Yet after dancing with me all night, he couldn’t remember what I look like. That only proves he wasn’t looking at my face, if you know what I mean!”
“You look different in your normal clothes,” her fairy godmother replied sensibly.
Cinderella snorted. “Please, I don’t look that different. Don’t defend the buffoon! He sauntered from house to house thinking ‘If the shoe fits, it has to be her.’ Like I’m the only person with my shoe size in the whole darn kingdom! And of course, he put it on my mule-faced step sister first, and it fit! If he’s too dumb to assume it has to be her because of the one detail that I have in common with that cow, I don’t want him anyway!”
“Where will you go, Cinderella?”
“Don’t call me Cinderella. It was my servant name. Cindy sounds better suited for my new life.” She closed the suitcase with a flourish and hefted it off the ground. The prince’s imaginary face still suffocated inside. “I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m sick of waiting around to be rescued by the handsome prince. I’ll do fine on my own.”