My Soles’ Lament
“Kids today! Don’t know you’re born. It’s perfectly simple. Get out there and do what I did. OK?”
So I did as I was told. He was the King after all. I got out there.
The forest had changed since his day. No friendly witch or tinkling sound of girlish laughter.
Just lonely trees shoehorned into open tombs of concrete, sad scattered spots of unwanted autumn gold, lingering like rust on stainless steel.
I turned the corner and despaired.
Royal Prince or not, how the hell was I supposed to find my Cinderella’s shoe in all this mess?
This was written for Visual Dare 22