This post is a significant length, I got carried away
This post was written based on the following prompts:
Today she would find out if her entire life was a lie, and with a concerted effort she forced it to open, unaware of the cloud of dust which plumed around her feet like a cloud descended from the heavens.
As she stepped across the threshold, she was momentarily tone deaf to everything. To the stillness, to the silence, to the absolute lack, and then she tasted it, and knew her suspicions required no further confirmation.
Her entire life might be a lie, but the truth was so much better.
Cinders stood spellbound, and then with a defiant laugh she stepped over through the adjacent door, only to freeze as a frightfully loud voice boomed out.
“Your size, how can I do my job without your size.”
Astounded Cinders frown, “Well, 12-14.”
At her words a heavy sigh and then from a hidden doorway appeared an elf wearing the most fantastical outfit. Bright purple vest and pants, crisp white shirt, full length maroon leather coat, and a hat, no a beret, perched jauntily on his head.
“Oh wow, I want that outfit.”
“Don’t be daft, you lack the height to carry this off.”
Came the swift retort and Cinders scowled, she wasn’t the one lacking height here, and annoyed she asked curtly, “Ok, so what do you suggest.”
“Well not that drab dress for a start,” He muttered snidely, “It ain’t doing you any favours.” Offended Cinders glared down on the other, but he seemed oblivious, “A gypsy style skirt perhaps.”
“With a bonnet, long gloves and cute little socks and shoes.”
At the last word the Elf stilled, “What did you say?”
“Socks and …”
“Get out, get out you heathen.”
“Just get out.”
And with that he turned his back and warily Cinders exited, her eyes widening as she realised what had incited such an extreme reaction. The shops sign had been altered, or rather destroyed, the word Shoemaker barely visible beneath a thick covering of paint.
Annoyed Cinders pouted, she’d rather wear her Pj’s anyway, and drawing in a deep breathe she turned, only to gasp as she spied the most glorious sight.
It was a field with a cairn in the centre and concentric circles spiralling outwards. Verdant green, offset by a blazing kaleidoscope of colours set between mountain peaks that soaring dizzyingly high.
It was a new beginning and without hesitation Cinders advanced, only to stop, mouth agape.
The beautiful scene was gone, or maybe not gone but eradicated, and in its place was a dark forest, which appeared on the verge of a heart attack. Astounded she stepped back, stared at the picture that should be and then stepped in, glarring at what was.
“What the hell happened?”
“I’m glad you asked, naïve one.”
At the sultry tone Cinders turned, recoiling at the sight of the woman who appeared to be transforming into a tree.
“You’re a tree,” She exclaimed, surprised as the other snorted in the most unladylike manner.
“And your head is as soft as an egg. I’m not a tree, I’m instigating change.”
“But it was so beautiful.”
“So is everything at the start, then boredom sets in, followed by that old demon, progress.”
“But, this is death.”
“Even death is progress, and after death there is change and rebirth.”
“But from the way you said that it sounds like this was the plan.”
“Maybe.” Came the noncommittal response, “But isn’t life what we make it? Isn’t that why you stepped out? Isn’t that what you sought, change, progress, rebirth.”
In silence Cinders chewed on this observation, and then she shrugged, “Maybe.”
“I suggest you come back later; you might well be surprised.”
As the others head began to stretch and Cinders grimaced, hurrying outside without a backwards glance and towards her journeys beginning.
Reaching out she reached for the nearest book, pulling the cover open.
Maybe her life was a lie, but with books the future held so many possibilities.