This is today’s Flash! Friday prompt. 140-160 words, and the story has to relate in some way to Coming of Age…
Two simultaneous sounds made her turn to the window. One was the first chime of a clock-tower striking midnight. The other was the soggy squelch of a large coach becoming a small pumpkin.
Cinderella turned her head toward the window too, unmuffling her sobs and leaving a snail-trail of snot across the Fairy Godmother’s lap. I bet that won’t wash out, thought the Fairy Godmother.
“It’s over,” wailed Cinderella. “You said I’d go to the ball, and you lied.”
“I didn’t mean to,” said the Fairy Godmother. “When they sent me here they didn’t tell me that you were only fifteen.”
Cinderella blew her nose in the dress. I’m not even going to try washing it, thought the Fairy Godmother, it’s going straight into the fire.
She felt deeply sorry for the girl, so close to womanhood, yet so far away.
Though perhaps not that far away. Cinderella suddenly looked up.
“Can I keep the shoes?” she asked.