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Time stopped. Cynthia, frozen in glass shoes. Time stopped when she’d not accepted his proposal. Prince Nicholas bided his time to think. How could he persuade this lass to wear his ring? He looked over this fine partygoer. She was having a ball, so what happened? Clues were all around. Her fairy godmother, in stasis, hovered nearby. Her gangly stepmother, with bulging eyes, and two stepsisters - one in the shape of a pumpkin, the other - catastrophically clumsy was tripping over her own two feet, the wings of her drink, hilariously hanging in air. Clues all around. His father, antagonized, annoyed, stern. His mother, a little too sweet. Clues all around. Too simple, the music, a bore. Too many wallflowers and simpleton-men getting drunk. Cyndi was ready to run. Every clock in the kingdom, struck! It was midnight, the moon, high and full, white and magical. Ah… He walks around her, takes in her gown, spun from the finest silk and lace. She’s full of grace, personality and that smile and flirtatious eyes, the bluest eyes he’s ever seen. Prince Nicholas, awoke only the godmother. “Please, magical one, fix this disgrace. Disband all this pretentiousness and lackluster. Cheer this place so I can place this ring upon this lass. She’s won my heart. She’s the princess I’ve been after.” That wand of hers, outside of time, filled the palace with a mist. It filled each mind with happiness. Each one filled with their happiest memories as if they were happening. They woke up, as if from a dream, smiling, laughing. All their senses keen. Everyone was dancing. The colorful gowns twirling around and impressive suitors courting with buoyant steps. Midnight struck its halfway chorus, as the prince bent down on knee and asked Cyndi to be forever his. “I don’t know what I was thinking a moment ago, Nicky, but yes…yes…yes. A thousand times yes!” Did they live happily forever after? With a few kinks - after all, life is not boring. And marriage must be figured out with time. Occasionally- at the midnight chime, Cyndi’s fairy godmother, would hold the hands of the clock and lift everyone’s spirits. The stepmother, her pumpkin and left-shoed children, were carried away in a coach to Bumpkinland, far far far far far away. 8/19/2022
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