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…