They got married—a little too hastily perhaps—after he reunited her with her glass slipper. They lived happily in their dream, three-bedroom home in Hounslow, which they affectionately called their ‘palace’, believing it would last forever. But no amount of drink or marijuana could stave his curse; as seasons changed, Prince Charming became less charming, and Cinderella wept again, over pots and pans, to shouts of ‘just do what you’re good for’ and the sounds of TV, thinking: a dream is a wish your heart tricks you into wanting.
Written for Three Line Tales, Week 94.
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