Foiled

I read the mail each morning sitting by the bay windows. 

Mother often sat with me, she said the sunlight was at the perfect angle for reading. I sat here for the perfect view of a chiselled face firmly balanced on shoulders which would cast a shadow on Samson’s.

If only I could switch his body with that of prince Charming, now won’t life just be perfect. Hiding my wanton smile behind the mail, I turned my attention to the mailed responses to my summer soiree invite.

The first was from Ariel, was there really a point in opening this one?

There was no chance of Ariel making it to the soiree, poor girl, living on a tiny island oceans away from civilization. The voyage across was difficult, Ariel only crossed it once a year, she would just have reached home by the time the invite got to her. Good riddance if you asked me!

My smile crescendoed to a snarl as I read her response.

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In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy click on the link to visit the blog. The photograph is from the lovely Louise @ a storyteller’s abode (interesting photo can’t wait to see all the stories it inspires) and the challenge is to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories.