Every day I will write the very beginning of a story, a paragraph or a whole page, without worrying about where it might lead. "Nulla dies sine linea," I hope!
Tuesday, May 26, 2015
If you were a Disney princess, which one would you be and why?
Elmore's stepfather pulled him out of high school the second he turned sixteen, forcing the boy to stay at the farm and work on the equipment and help with the cows. He had loved school; it was one of the only ways he had to escape his stepfather and his two stepbrothers, older and bigger and dumber than he was. Adam and Drew were bullies and learned how to beat their new brother from their father. Elmore's mother seemed to be running out of apologies for the man she married. She whispered her sorrow over and over as she cleaned Elmore's cuts and put ice on his black eye. Elmore whispered back that they should leave, but his mother's excuses would come pouring out again, and they stayed another week, another month, another year. The year he would have gone to prom. The year he would have graduated. The year he could have left. But not without his mother, no matter her excuses.
Labels:
abuse,
Cinderella,
Disney,
family,
fantasy,
fiction,
pageant,
teen/tween,
young adult
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