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FlashNano Day 7 – Cinderella’s a Spoiled Brat

November 7, 2017

Day 7 prompt: Write a story that belongs to someone else

(I’m not really sure that I understood this one, but here goes…)

Cinderella’s a Spoiled Brat (923 words)

“Cinderella’s a spoiled brat. Yes, that’s the truth. To listen to her, and believe me, the media does, you’d think I was some kind of wicked stepmother. Sure, I admit to a certain amount of bad temper from time to time, but can you look in the mirror and say that you’re perfect?

“Do you realize how difficult it is for me as her stepmother? I’m not talking about having to juggle her needs along with those of my own two daughters, I’m talking about living in a house with three teenaged girls. In all honestly, if I have to listen to another girl scream about a dress she just has to have or she’ll absolutely die, or, and this is my favorite, “I want to marry the Prince”, I’ll go through the roof. And don’t get me started on herbal shampoos to me.

“I’m an old woman. I need peace and quiet. I wasn’t exactly a spring chicken when Cinderella’s father married me and I haven’t grown any younger.”

“Ma’am, you do realize that the reason you’re here today is because you are being sued by your ex-husband for abusing his daughter, Cinderella?”

“Don’t give me that ‘Oh, they said it, so it must be true’ nonsense. Cinderella was no saint. That girl loved the media, and they her, and please don’t ask me why. She wasn’t above saying, or doing, anything to keep her pretty little face in the media spotlight. You remember the perfume fiasco and the personalized line of cookware?”

“Ma’am, if I may, your husband alleges that the home environment you created – forcing Cinderella to assume sole responsibility for scrubbing stairs, polishing floors, washing dishes, and then making her huddle in soot under chimney drafts while spending her nights on a straw mattress on a broken-down pallet – that that you created abusive living conditions.”

“Posh! First of all it was cinders, not soot, and I’ll have you know he was always overly dramatic; a trait that his poor, sweet, do-no-wrong Cinderella picked up. The two of them are a pair, and they’d just as soon convince you that I’m the bad person here as they would have you believe that Mr. Gatman’s pigs have taken flight.”

“So you deny the accusation?”

“Absolutely! There’s nothing wrong with Cinderella and this lawsuit is just a convenient way for her philandering father to get me out of the house. My house.”

“Ma’am, do you honestly mean to tell us –”

“Oh, so now I’m haughty? Do I mean to tell you what? That I’m innocent of these charges and that I’m the real victim here? That’s exactly what I mean to tell you.”

“Ma’am, these allegations you’re making are unbelievable. Do you have any evidence to corroborate your assertions?”

“Like want? I’ve got the Fairy Godmother on speed dial and I can have her here in fifteen minutes. I’ve got the mice, well, five of them, the sixth is a drunkard and can’t be trusted, and they’ll all testify. The rat, the coachman, whatever, will step up and put a light to this. The treatment that wretched Cinderella showed those poor souls, not to mention the abuse she showered on me, her sick, dear stepmother was unconscionable. I’m sorry, could I trouble someone for a tissue?”

“Your honor!”

“Please, counselor, can’t you see that you’ve worked the woman into a state? Someone get her a tissue.”

“Thank you, your honor. I have a very delicate disposition and this line of questioning has been most difficult for me. Most difficult.”


“Yes, your honor?”

“I must say that I’m very disturbed by what I’m hearing here. For many years Cinderella has been a bastion of virginal integrity to the community and to hear these accusations suddenly surface is somewhat difficult to believe.”

“I understand, your honor, I do. I know how difficult this is for everyone, but I’ve done nothing wrong. I’m just trying to keep my home from being stolen from me by her father and his accusations.

The door at the rear of the courtroom burst open.

“That’s ENOUGH!”

“Who is… Cinderella?”

“Don’t play dumb, judge.”

“What do you mean bursting into this courtroom?”

“I mean to do this!”

The courtroom turned to chaos as Cinderella pulled a Desert Eagle .50 caliber handgun from beneath her skirt.

“Cinderella, please! Put the gun away; don’t be a fool.”

“A fool you say?” Cinderella said as she lowered the handgun and took aim at the center of her maybe-not-so-evil stepmother’s chest.

The judge screamed, “Nooooo!” just as Cinderella pulled the trigger. Three bailiffs converged on Cinderella and wrestled her to the floor just in time to spoil her aim and send her deadly bullet harmlessly into the ceiling rather than into her gentle stepmother’s heart.

“Good work, bailiffs. Now take her away and never let it be said that this Kingdom is soft on crime.” said the judge. Adjusting his wig he continued, “I think we’ve all had about as much excitement for one day as we can stand and I rule the defendant, the beautiful stepmother, innocent of all charges.”

“Bless you, your honor. I don’t know how I can ever…”

The now-nice stepmother was interrupted by the doors at the rear of the courtroom bursting open once again.

“What in the name of the King is going on in here? I demand an answer now!”

“Rumplestiltskin?” said the judge. “Aren’t you supposed to be –”

“Sleeping? Yes, assuming one could sleep with all this noise and chatter around this place!”

– End

What is FlashNano: “Created by Nancy Stohlman in 2012 in solidarity with NaNoWriMo. FlashNano is in its 6th year!” Click HERE to learn more.

(Please pardon any typos or grammatical errors. My goal at this point is to just get the story down. I can worry about fine-tuning and editing later if I want. Thanks for reading!)

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