The story never tells, but I was there too: lady’s maid at the ball.
Watching the whirling glamorous dancers, awkward in my pretty dress, I yearned for our kitchen’s dark corners.
The shy, fine-liveried footman gave me a bright flower. In quiet shadows, we danced in each others’ arms, stealing kisses.
At midnight, she ran. We followed. Her crystal slipper fell into the snow, then my flower. She rushed on, but we stopped…
The carriage rattled away without us: two mice again, furred not clothed, scampering together from the frozen petals towards shelter, glad not to be fancy anymore.
Words and photograph copyright 2018 by Paula Harmon. All rights belong to the author and material may not be copied without the author’s express permission
From a prompt on Thin Spiral Notebook. Check it out. Lots of lovely stories in just 100 words.
I loved this! It was fun to look at a familiar story with new eyes.