Paper Dress

She wonders why she puts up with the odds being against her, but it’s probably because she knows that it’s impossible to speak reason to someone with a one-track mind. Fortune is as fickle as the paper dress she wears, because once it’s torn, it’s never the same again.

She leaves the milk and wine to her stepsister and goes looking for out-of-season strawberries, and doesn’t even stop to think about the impossible, because she’s living a life that’s already quite improbable.

She moves slowly; like wading through winter, but even then, she is torn long before her dress does.

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