I ain't no Cinderella
The red stilettos, glass slippers, I refuse to wear either. My back hurts, my feet too,I can no longer smile through that. Red I like, so the lipstick stays and may be the dress but I want to feel the grass beneath my feet. And then I want to run so I can feel the wind in my hair. So Mr. Shoemaker, show me a pair of red sneakers, says she, tossing away the red heels. From the corner of her eye, she sees a little girl pick them up and she sighs as the red heels claim its next!
#100 Words Winner (29/12/2018)
Winning a children's talent show led to acting and brought in fame and money. She was the audience's darling but hated the song and dance routine. Her parents knew it but too much was at stake to let her go, so she was watched all the time. Like a caged bird her eyes would dart, looking for an escape, that she finally found one in a sympathetic co-star. Child rights' activitists swooped in and she was entrusted to her grandmother. Hugging her tight, grandma said, "Oh my butterfly, I just didn't know". She felt free and so ready to fly.
Colour My World (3/10/2018)
He so wished to paint the cherry blossoms against the cotton blue skies with his brushes and palette but his hands wouldn’t move. His paintings had always been dark. The myriad colors reminded him of the sun through the church’s stained windows on balmy Sunday afternoons after the Bible classes. The flashes of the seminarian, to be ordained as a priest, his white shoes and belt lying on the floor beckoning him to join in the dirty games. He hoped that the dark colors would someday be exorcized as his soul screamed silently #MeToo
Overcome with arrogance, the minister announced in the court itself, a lavish party to celebrate his son’s acquittal. She sat there, having lost everything, except her resolve. As the lawyer mulled over alternatives, she collected herself and left. The masked guests walked into the posh sea facing villa, expecting a good time. A shriek pierced the thick sea air scaring away the birds, as a mask hurled in the air and a lone shot fired. This shriek would haunt the minister for the rest of his life the way she couldn’t shut out her sister’s.