While she slept, the prince measured her hair, which in sunlight was the color of butterscotch. He admired her view of the forest and fields. He observed peasants passing below. He was not really a prince, but she knew so little about the world, he could have told her anything.
Bob Thurber is the author of six books. Regarded as a master of Flash and Micro Fiction, his work has appeared in Esquire and other magazines, been anthologized 60 times, received a long list of awards, and been utilized in schools and colleges throughout the world. He resides in Massachusetts. Visit his website at BobThurber.net.
isn’t it ever thus at the dawn of love? intoxicating not bc your newly minted believes it-but bc you do too.
beautifully told.
Love the ending, Bob. Great micro.
Another great one.
Perfect, complete tale…and what a great movie it will make. Her ultimate revenge will prove breathtaking…
Super piece!
Your comments made me smile. Thank you all. I love to smile.
Just perfect! Loved it, Bob!
It makes me wonder how they will grow together (or apart after deception and reconciliation). Oh! Can we ever escape our predetermined lots?
The opening line measuring her hair, really grabbed me loved it!
Love this fresh and vivid invitation into such a classic tale. Well done.