Well this weeks Visual Dare picture wasn't an easy one to get to grips with. Every idea I tried out ended up too complicated and far too long.
In the end I gave up trying to make the story shorter and went over my word count 200%! Although the story changed and developed as I went along and I enjoyed the process.
I hope the end result is worth it...
Tess was frantically searching for her grandmother’s wedding shoes. After all this fuss she hoped they fitted her when she found them.
The attic was dusty, it was already well past eleven and her shoe had to be in the town square before the last stroke of midnight.
Behind the spinning wheel and the magic mirror of her childhood she finally found her grandmother’s trunk. The lid opened with a creaking yawn.
Carefully Tess lifted out the ivory silk dress, underneath on a bed of confetti was a pair of glass slippers; they glittered in the silver moonlight that fell through the attic window almost magically on cue.
She tugged off her trainers without even undoing the laces but it was already apparent that her feet were far too big to squeeze into the dainty slippers.
What prince would marry a girl whose feet didn’t fit her own shoes? It was far too late now to run down stairs and get to the square in time anyway.
The clock started to chime setting off a spark of an idea.
Picking up a trainer Tess ran to the window and opened it wide. Her aim was straight and true, the trainer landed alongside the thousands of other shoes that had been accumulating all day in the square.
All waiting to be picked up by a prince.
As the clock struck its final note Tess looked down at the glass slippers. She thoughtfully placed them back in the trunk with the dress on top. They would never have survived being thrown out of the window. In the same way she wouldn’t survive being a pampered princess with expectations of elegance.
Her handsome prince would be fit, active, love sport and the wild outdoors.
She knew one day he would find her shoe.