Cindy earned while her stepsisters played. Her stepmother said retail work builds character. And isolation. Cindy was the only one in the shoe store when a Ren Fair guy came in and asked for glass slippers.
“Like in fairy tale land? No. Never seen anything like that.”
“They carry you away. Wherever you want to go.”
“But I don’t think we have them.”
“Worth checking. Wish come true.”
Cindy found one pair, her size, on a dusty shelf. From thin air it appeared.
“You mean these?”
“Try them,” he said.
They were hard, slippery, “I can’t walk.”
“Wish,” he said.
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I like the tale better when Cindy is enabled by a wise woman in her life, rather than an out-of-the-blue Prince Charming
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Wow! I can’t find that one. Do you have the name, or do I need to write it?
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I was thinking of her fairy godmother, actually. You can certainly write that version of the story.
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