Fairy Tale Redux – Friday Fictioneers

Wednesday is here and – gasp!  I am participating for the second week in a row!  Wild.  Rochelle is both hostess and photographer, this week.  A thanks goes out to you, Miss Thang, for being at your post week after week.

I fear I have lacked originality this week but so be it. It is what it is and for some strange reason, the idea I had before starting to type was something completely different but my brain could not seem to control my fingers. It’s my story and I’m sticking to it 😉  Should you have a better take, they please, by all means, click on the frog below and add your link!  G’head! I’d love to read it 🙂

 

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Tell me a story, please, Mom.

Fairy tale or a real story?

Fairy tale.  Real life is too unbelievable.

Hah!  Gotcha.  Classic?  Rumpelstiltskin?

With your twist.

That’s my girl!  Lemme see…

“Once upon…”

Really, Mom?

Shhh. Quiet.  “Once upon a time a farmer’s daughter met a goofy-looking elf.  He had these sweet powers and could turn anything to gold.  So they partnered up and made a fortune selling golden strands of wool.  He really wanted a kid so they adopted one.  He stayed home, while she took care of business.”

Why adopt?

Lots of ragamuffins back then.

Win-win for all.

 

 

 

The Plan – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #98

There you have it.  When I saw Crispina‘s photo, I knew exactly what I was going to do.  And then, in my search for that photo I needed to join in the story I found a couple more.  Ahhh… with a modification and a twist, I went for it. Apologies, Crisp! I blew the 150-word limit!  I’m surely forgiven… right?

The Plan

When I look back now, I realise this started at a very young age.  The first time, I actually blamed myself for not paying attention, for not doing what I should, but no.  I can see it wouldn’t have mattered. She’d have found a way. She waited till she knew I’d notice it too late and wouldn’t be able to go back to find it.  She was just a baby for goodness sake!  Still.  Now?  I’m sure she knew exactly what she was doing.

When she hit her teenage years, I could more fully understand.  It had to be a conscious decision.  Of course, back then, she was still of an age to run around and play, so it was less obvious.

As a young adult, I couldn’t understand this obsession. Did she really think it could possibly work? Leaving a balled up note inside, to boot? It seemed rather desperate, to me.  Fairy tales were for children!

This time?  My goodness.  Now she has done it.  No way it could be missed. She chose the flashiest colour and hung it up at eye-level.

Surely Prince Charming would find THIS one?