A Perfect Escape, flash fiction by Marzia Rahman at Spillwords.com

A Perfect Escape

A Perfect Escape

written by: Marzia Rahman



After watching Snow White, I wanted to be a princess who won’t fancy an apple, no matter how red or ripe it is! My mother was the evil queen. At thirteen, I longed for a world with more freedom and no mother.
On my fourteenth birthday, my father gave me a heart-shaped locket. It had a coffee-coloured stone in the middle. It was my lucky charm. I took it everywhere with me. Yet, I could never convince luck. It proved to be as stubborn as my mother. And I mistakenly threw the rusted locket out of the window.
At fifteen, I finally realised it was father who wrote the scripts, mother only read them out. I didn’t like the character I was given: Get married, have kids and live unhappily ever after.
When I turned sixteen. I wrote a new story—the Queen was not evil, just a bad actor with a poor script, and the princess planned a perfect escape.

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