have come up with the idea for a Monday Morning Flash Fiction challenge. Each Monday a new picture prompt will be posted and if you choose to participate - you post your story on Friday - 350 words, give or take.
White as Snow
”Drink it my dear and forget all your sorrows.”
Lumi d’White looked at the bottle, green and magical and was tempted. Sorrows had made her run for her life and she had not looked back. She had left her old life as a spoiled brat behind to work in a brothel called The Seven Maidens. What else was there to do when you were pretty and that was it. That was it. She had no skills, she had no money, she had been alone and lost.
“I will take it.”
The woman smiled and handed her the bottle. Snow paid her and hurried up the stairs. Soon the first visitors would arrive and she wanted to try this drink before. To see what this magical potion would do. She opened it and smiled as the scent of apples filled the room. It could not be that bad surely. She tasted it and lay down on her bed. Memories drifted by of times long gone by. Laughter in marble halls of her old home where she had played hide and seek with her mother, her mother’s passing, her father remarrying a beautiful young woman, later how he too had died and lastly how her wicked stepmother had hated her for her beauty. White as Snow they had called her, Snow for short. She had the fairest skin, the darkest hair and her stepmother had resented her. She sighed and remembered the night she had run away after her stepmother had told the game keeper to rape the young daughter of the house. Lumi took another taste of the sweet wine and her eyes grew tired. She just wanted to get away. To leave her sorrows behind, to not remember the things she had to do to survive. The men, the hands, the dwarves from the mine who had pockets filled with jewels, everything that made her heart ache. She closed her eyes and the bottle fell to the floor.
“Now who is the fairest of them all?” Margot laughed and looked at the sorry funeral for a whore of no consequence. They put her casket in the ground and shovelled a bit of dirt on top. Snow White was no more. Margot smiled and closed the curtains in her carriage.
What you expected a prince to come? Tsk, no prince for a lonely prostitute