Once Upon a Time…
The old woman cackled gleefully as she reached to rub her hands together, nearly dropping her knitting. Regina sat again on the same park bench for the third week in a row, patiently waiting for the couple to appear. Now that the day was here, she made sure her small fruit stand showcased the beautiful fruits for sale.
She thought to herself, “today is the day…when I get my sweet revenge. I have waited far too long to not have this happen TODAY!”
As she finished knitting the tiny red sweater, she recounted the days when she was all-powerful and could cast her evil spells without using this mundane world’s props. Once she knitted the red sweater by her own hand, all the while mumbling her spells of death, the very yarn itself could be transformed into the object she needed to carry out her task.
Inwardly, Regina smiled her beautiful, half-smile of contempt, as she watched the couple approach. She hoped her current outwardly appearance of a bent, wrinkled, old hag smiling a snaggle-toothed grin would elicit the appropriate emotional response from the couple.
As they neared her fruit stand, Regina took the tiny sweater in her gnarled hands and smiled again as the shiny red apple appeared, the bits of red yarn disintegrating into the breeze.
Princeton and Bianca walked through their favorite park drinking in the fragrant orange blossoms and honeysuckle. Bianca glanced sidelong at her fiancé through the curtain of her raven hair and noticed the grim expression that replaced his earlier smile.
She rolled her startlingly blue eyes and thought, “What’s eating him now? I wish he knew how hard I have been working on our Bed and Breakfast Inn. Those seven new men that just moved in over the last week are a little overwhelming.”
“Oh look,” she exclaimed, pulling his hand, “there’s that old woman again. Oh! And she has a fruit stand. Let’s go see what she has. Ooooh, look, apples! I could use a snack right now.”
As Princeton and Bianca walked, he noticed the old woman’s fruit stand today. His eyes narrowed and the hairs on the back of his neck rose as he took in the scene.
Lately, his vague dreams of losing Bianca caused him to lose sleep while waking his sullen, mistrustful side; a side he did not enjoy showing. He knew Bianca had been extra busy with their Bed and Breakfast Inn, since the seven little men had rented the rooms.
Bianca took his hand and pulled him toward the fruit stand, exclaiming how apples would make a great snack. He felt Bianca’s hand abruptly let go as she ran up to the stand. Tears of sorrow sprang to his eyes as he recognized from his dreams, the inevitable showdown about to play out.
Within seconds, before he could react, he saw that Bianca had already taken the apple from the crone and bitten into the sweet poison that would end her life as she knew it.
Disclaimer–I’m not much of a fiction writer but this was fun!
Day 9: Point of View
Today’s Prompt: A man and a woman walk through the park together, holding hands. They pass an old woman sitting on a bench. The old woman is knitting a small, red sweater. The man begins to cry. Write this scene.
Today’s twist: write the scene from three different points of view: from the perspective of the man, then the woman, and finally the old woman.