She was a busy woman, a very busy woman. Long years passed without a single thought of her god-daughter Fidelma.
And then, one night, after she had expelled several wicked magicians for plotting to kill the king, she felt a twinge.
It was more of a light tingle really, at a spot between her eyes, which could only mean that Fidelma needed her help. She had almost forgotten the poor girl. Fidelma was just a wee babe the last time she'd seen her. She must be, what, at least 15 years old by now.
A rush of guilt came upon her, and she made haste to go to Fidelma's side.
"My darling god-daughter," she exclaimed, "I must apologise for neglecting you all these years." She had been about to ask how she was, but the answer was all around her. Fidelma was covered in smudges of ash and clothed in the most unattractive rags. The room they stood in was obviously in the servants' quarters, hardly where she'd expected to materialise.
"Oh dear" she sighed.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
What the Fairy Godmother saw
I thought I'd post this bit of writing I did during last Wednesday's class. I was trying to imagine Cinderella's story from the Fairy Godmother's point of view. We only had 10 minutes to write it though...