Photo by Bekah Shambrook Texture by Lisa Shambrook (Please do not use without permission)
City lights twinkled like jewels on her tiara, just as her eyes did as she stared at the sights, and the car sped on through the streets.
Weeks and days, and hundreds of miles and finally all her Cinderella dreams were to come true…she clasped her hands tightly in her lap, embracing her mobile phone and his treasured text messages.
But London’s streets became crowded and the lights lost their lustre as time was swallowed within the city’s black hole.
Later and later, her fingers ached from small-screen typing and her message tone echoed her frustration, and finally he called; his image, as suave as she’d remembered, pixelated and jumped but his grin leaped out and her heart danced as he promised to wait.
Her smile widened as he blew a kiss goodbye and his hand flicked across the screen, but the call was not done and though he thought he was free, her smile slipped as the accusatory screen, discarded on the bar, showed his arm squeezing a buxom blonde’s waist and the kiss he planted on her cheek was drowned by Cinderella’s tear.