It is time again for Friday Fictioneers, that once a week exercise in brevity (which is the soul of wit as some old dead Englishman once said).
Your host, the lovely and dedicated Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, provides a photographic prompt (this week’s picture by Erin Leary) and participants use this as inspiration to craft a tale in 100 words (or so).
This week I am continuing an idea of writing fairy tale unhappily ever afters. Only my third time doing this, but it seems to be the mood I am in, darlings.
I do hope you enjoy, and as always, please be sure to read the other stories, and tip your waitress, ’cause she’s broke.
Some people sneered at her, using words like accomplice, and monster.
Others gave her pitying looks.
What horrors she endured! The bleeding hearts cried. Who could blame her?
In the end, she was sent to a foggy little village, where she would be safe.
She didn’t dare stray beyond the old wooden fence. There were wolves in the woods; she could hear them howling at night.
Protective custody felt like a prison after all.
Still, Belle kept hopeful.
Someday, her Prince would come, and they’d all see what a kind and gentle soul her Beast was.
Then they’d be sorry.
100 words eggs act tickly