"Thank you The Book Club, Rubina Ramesh and Devika Fernando for this opportunity to try something new."
I looked at the Queen. She looked very beautiful despite the blackness in her heart. Superficial that I am, I replied to her query, “You are the most beautiful of all in this world, O Queen!” I think it made her happy. Alas! Did that make her spread joy around? Of course not!
Some years later, I watched Little Snow White grow up to be a dazzling young lady. Her beauty shone from within and was of way better quality than her step-mother’s. Snow White was thirteen when the Queen came to me and asked, “Who’s the fairest of all?”
I remained silent, not knowing how to lie. I know she’d hate it if I uttered the truth. That’s when the Queen lifted a stone vase in her hand and threatened me, “Are you going to answer that or shall I destroy you?”
She never noticed the silent tears pouring out of my frame as I replied, “Snow White is the fairest of all.” The Queen hurled the vase as I hurriedly put up my hands to save my face. Luckily, it had been at the wall across. Phew! It was getting too dangerous in the palace.
I heard talk that Snow White was living in the forest nowadays. My heart knew it as I was aware that she was still the loveliest of all, but I never enlightened my wicked mistress. Till she asked me the cursed question yet again, “Who’s the fairest of all?” This time, her fury spelt the death knell for two footmen working in the palace. I watched on in horror as she stabbed them to death in this very room.
I could read the Queen’s mind as she planned to poison Snow White. I couldn’t just hang on the wall and do nothing. I did have an ace up my frame that she wasn’t aware of.
I saw the poisoned apple sitting in the basket on the table nearby. The queen had gone to the bedroom to disguise herself as an old woman. I put a hand out and lifted the apple from the basket and replaced it with one that contained a strong sleep draught. I sure hoped that I managed to save Snow White’s life that day.
I could sense the triumph in her bearing when the evil Queen entered the chamber late in the evening. It was obvious that she believed Snow White was dead. She stood in front of me to ask the inevitable, “Who’s the fairest of all?”
I did the only thing left for me to do. I crashed to the floor and turned to dust, never to answer the question again.
I looked at the Queen. She looked very beautiful despite the blackness in her heart. Superficial that I am, I replied to her query, “You are the most beautiful of all in this world, O Queen!” I think it made her happy. Alas! Did that make her spread joy around? Of course not!
Some years later, I watched Little Snow White grow up to be a dazzling young lady. Her beauty shone from within and was of way better quality than her step-mother’s. Snow White was thirteen when the Queen came to me and asked, “Who’s the fairest of all?”
I remained silent, not knowing how to lie. I know she’d hate it if I uttered the truth. That’s when the Queen lifted a stone vase in her hand and threatened me, “Are you going to answer that or shall I destroy you?”
She never noticed the silent tears pouring out of my frame as I replied, “Snow White is the fairest of all.” The Queen hurled the vase as I hurriedly put up my hands to save my face. Luckily, it had been at the wall across. Phew! It was getting too dangerous in the palace.
I heard talk that Snow White was living in the forest nowadays. My heart knew it as I was aware that she was still the loveliest of all, but I never enlightened my wicked mistress. Till she asked me the cursed question yet again, “Who’s the fairest of all?” This time, her fury spelt the death knell for two footmen working in the palace. I watched on in horror as she stabbed them to death in this very room.
I could read the Queen’s mind as she planned to poison Snow White. I couldn’t just hang on the wall and do nothing. I did have an ace up my frame that she wasn’t aware of.
I saw the poisoned apple sitting in the basket on the table nearby. The queen had gone to the bedroom to disguise herself as an old woman. I put a hand out and lifted the apple from the basket and replaced it with one that contained a strong sleep draught. I sure hoped that I managed to save Snow White’s life that day.
I could sense the triumph in her bearing when the evil Queen entered the chamber late in the evening. It was obvious that she believed Snow White was dead. She stood in front of me to ask the inevitable, “Who’s the fairest of all?”
I did the only thing left for me to do. I crashed to the floor and turned to dust, never to answer the question again.
Superb Sundari. Couldn't help peeking in. Had promised myself to write first and then peek in .. but curiousity thy name is..... :P Loved your take .. watching Snow.. and I had goosebumps .. in your last sentence.. I would have never seen the picture from that POV .. damn innovative..
ReplyDeleteSuper Sundari .Your Stories Create Magic and this tale of your is an classic in it self
ReplyDeleteSundari = Shining
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This is my blog have a look at it
http://sunsetreader.blogspot.in/2015/01/the-fruits-of-actions-short-story.html
Thank you so much Ina. I am so glad you liked my story. Coming from an ace writer, that's a compliment indeed. This is my first attempt at writing in First Person. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you bubbly buddy
ReplyDeleteThat's wonderful Ma. A take from the mirror. Simply outstanding. Its so short and simple and yet speaks volumes
ReplyDeleteSuper, it is great to read it frn the mirror's point of view!
ReplyDeleteThank you Vinny :D
ReplyDeleteThank you Lak. So happy you liked it. It's a new attempt for me - writing from First Person. You know that better than anyone else ;)
ReplyDeleteSun its good
ReplyDeleteLiked how you brought in the fairy tale n weaved it around it beautifully!
ReplyDeleteThank you Jay :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Ruchira :)
ReplyDeleteNice! The story kept me.glued to the screen!
ReplyDeleteThank you shweta :)
DeleteThis is a magical tale for sure:)
ReplyDeleteThank you Vishal :)
ReplyDeleteSundari just loved your story. What a fresh perspective. No one has ever bothered to write about the mirror ever. If she can tell who the fairest is she can feel some kind of emotion for or against the queen and snow white.
ReplyDeleteThank you Ahana! I have to mention that I kept thinking only of the mirror from the moment I saw this picture, as if the Mirror (depicted as a woman) is reaching out to an apple. Glad you liked it!
ReplyDeleteNice! Something different. Keep it going! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Pratika :)
DeleteLovely memory!
ReplyDelete:D what a prompt Devika!
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