Alexis Moreno

Bloodied Glass Slippers

The sun shone down upon the small house just like it did everyday. Cinderella cleaned the dust from the window seals, humming a tuneless melody as she went. She frowned at the dust, wondering how there could possibly be so much when she’d cleaned the same window just the week earlier. It didn’t matter how it got there, she’d have to clean it no matter what.