Cinderella by The Scribbling Wren

He was Late. Again. I was early. I’m always early aren’t I? I was also annoyed and getting increasingly drunk. I’d gone from self conscious in the busy bar to so relaxed I was slipping off the barstool in under an hour. Another hour and I’d be slipping into unconsciousness. But drinking was something to do. Made me feel less obviously alone in the crush of laughing couples. I pushed my empty glass across the bar and wished I hadn’t booked the afternoon off.

Then Late boy sent me a text.

‘Stuck at work. Be there soon as can.’

Ugh! I scowled at my phone, put it on silent and pushed it to the bottom of my bag. My shoe slid off and I lurched forward to get it.

“Allow me!”

I just giggled at him rather than reply.

Him: Tall. Dark. Suited & very well booted. [Actually. That’s just what’s in my head. I can’t remember what he was wearing at all]

“Can I get you a drink?” he asked as he handed me my shoe.
As I slid my foot in I explained I’d probably had enough already
“It fits!” he said miming surprise.
The wine inside me shrieked with laughter. If people stared I’d passed caring.
“Shall I rescue you? Shall we live happily ever after?”
Sometimes you have to grab your Prince by the fairytales when they walk into your life don’t you? I did leave with him. I went to the toilets to phone late boy saying I had to go back into work, I’d catch up with him next week. Then I left, in a rather drunken state, with a complete stranger without telling anyone where I was going or what I was doing. Judge away. I know.

But life’s short isn’t it? So. Fairy Tale ending? What do you think? I’m not sure Cinderella ever did what I did. Certainly not in the back of a taxi at 1pm on a Thursday afternoon anyway. But it was fun and oh did he make me feel like a princess! He had an amazing way of… Oh God! I’ve just noticed the time. My hubby’s back from his conference tonight. Sorry. I don’t want to be late home so the juicy details will have to wait for another lunchbreak. Are you free next Friday?

~ The Scribbling Wren, 2015




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