“You’re a frog,” the princess says, not even disguising her disdain.
“Well, I certainly am no freshwater flower, missy” the frog shrugs, hopping onto the next lily pad with the grace and precision of a five-year habit. “And the witch did say any princess will do—”
“I ain’t kissing no frog!” the princess shrieks before diving into the water with the temper of her sixteen years made worse by one week’s worth of cursed magic.
The persistent frog prince will find another princess to kiss the following year.
It takes twenty years for the fish princess to be so lucky.
*Inspired by the prompt Pad from the #SixSentenceStories Challenge @ GirlieOnTheEdge.
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A wave goodbye was the last thing they shared before she went her way and he just stood there watching.
It’s been a decade since and he still thinks about that day, Should he have stopped her, would she have stayed?
She tells him to stop acting like he cared and he tells her to please get out of his head.
A scream jolts him out of his thoughts—a phantom echo, a recurring nightmare engulfing him even in wakefulness.
She never got to scream then.
Strange that it’s all he hears now instead of the deafening explosion that turned her car into useless scraps, and her into a vengeful memory haunting his conscience for the rest of his life.
*Inspired by the prompt Wave from the #SixSentenceStories Challenge @ GirlieOnTheEdge.