put the slipper on, they had the basic
attributes Prince Charming wanted.
They each had feet and faces and the
other parts that go unmentioned in sweet
fairy tales but which adults who read
them out loud to their kids may ponder
silently. But filling that shoe wasn't
either's destiny. Trying to be very good
at someone else's role in life is just
a set-up for disaster, even if the role
itself is something you have always
dreamed of, always thought that you'd
be perfect for. Sometimes we outgrow
roles, as well. Time for someone
new and fresh to learn the lines that
come out stilted after all these years.
And sometimes we are good enough
at what we do, we're offered a promotion.
And at other times, for reasons that
really don't concern another soul,
we quit. We only saw a glimpse at Cinderella's
life, a tiny slice. Perhaps two years or more,
or twenty, passed and she could not adapt to
palace life, missing all the happy songs
with mice amidst the soot. Surely there
were other women in the kingdom
with a tiny, dainty foot.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2014
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