Image courtesy of Sarah Potter
When I was 6, Papa gave me a snow globe and I longed to be the princess inside, adored by my forever prince.
Be careful what you wish for Mama used to say.
From the outside looking in my life is perfect but I’m lost. Alone. Afraid. I rest my bruised face against the window, wondering what mood my husband will be in tonight, wondering where it all went wrong. What I did wrong.
I could leave. Be free. But where would I go?
Be careful what you wish for.
Instead, I paint a smile onto my lips.
I can’t believe it has been a year since I signed my book deal! I wrote a post you can read here on whether the reality has lived up to the dream.
‘Be careful what you wish for,’ was written for Friday Fictioneers. A weekly 100 word story challenge inspired by a photo prompt. You can read the other entries, or join in, over at host Rochelle’s blog here.