You all know the fairy-tale…
Of the witch hell bent on revenge.
She casts a curse,
So that the princess will prick her finger on a spinning wheel,
And fall into a deep sleep,
Until the handsome prince will come to wake her with true loves first kiss.
The damn princess could have had a choice in her first love if only she’d worn a thimble.
Yay! I found a new writing community! I’m really excited for this! 🙂 My prompt interpretation may not be seen as normal though…