WHAT IF? Fairytale Madness BlogFest!
AUGUST 13th – 17th
Have you noticed that by changing one detail; one event, one character trait, one thought...you can completely alter the rest of the story? For this bloghop we are exploring "What If?" To enter, you take your favorite "well known" fairytale and ask "What If…!" Then, write a maximum of 300 words of flash fiction in one of these four categories. (See the hosts' blogs for more details and the linky list of partcipants!)
· Best Plot Twist, Best Love Story, Best Tragedy, Best Comic Relief
I picked Team Love Story, which oddly enough made my romantic Frenchman husband...laugh. I'm pretty sure he meant that I'm better at real life rather than fictional romance. Oh la la la.
Visions Are Seldom All They Seem
“Aurora!” he roars. He's panting, his curls dark with sweat. “You couldn't wait in the tower? You had to come take over?”
Should've let him fall in the precipice. “It's stupid to die fighting a hologram dragon so I disabled this console. If you really knew me, you'd know I'm no sleeping beauty. You'd value my contribution. I'm going use Maleficent's teleporter now.”
“You're on a new problem? You never finish what you start. Our children will pay now.”
I grit my teeth. “Children? In your dreams.”
He relaxes. “Once upon a dream...” he hums, kissing behind my ear. “It's ok...”
But I'm thinking. “Wait! We can defeat her. It wasn't me in the tower. Each victory unlocks the next challenge.” I kneel beside the console, connecting to the mainframe program. A gorgeous sleeping hologram appears. Phillip stumbles. “Kiss her.”
He does; the image is replaced by a real girl, a princessy version of me. “Darling!” she coos. He melts. They kiss again.
Maleficent teleports beside me and Phillip shields his fair maiden.
“Enough heroics,” Maleficent rolls her eyes. “You're free. I'll play my part and leave you be.” She throws back her ebony-horned head. “Don't forget to invite me to your child's christening.”
They gallop off, happily ever after. I rub my forehead, exhausted.
“You're heartbroken,” Maleficent drips sarcasm.
“He...wasn't worth it.”
Her smile turns sour. “Fine! He was a hologram too. You've won.” She presses a button on her wrist device, teleporting away as Phillip drops at my feet, beaten and haggard. I pull him into my arms.
“How did you know?” he whispers.
“Visions are seldom all they seem...but if I know you, I know what you'll do...” I close my eyes and lean into the sweetest of kisses.the end