Cinderella casts a benign glance at her envious step-sisters,
“You can have all that you want – the Prince and the glass slippers. My authenticity demands that I walk barefoot.”
“But walk where?” The sisters are stuttering at her new-found confidence.
“The power to convert pumpkins into pathways was dormant within me. I will walk towards my dream destinations, without a vehicle, if needed. And I don’t need a prince to grant me respectability by kneeling to propose, or marrying me.
Someone who shares my vision will extend a hand someday, maybe or maybe not … it doesn’t matter really.’

Oh, I do like a fractured fairy tale! This is a wonderful Cinderella.
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I like the term ‘fractured fairy tale’ 😊
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It’s a term. For when elements are changed in a retelling of a well known tale, often to modernize a charcterization.
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Thank you, D.Avery!
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This is a new Cinderella and I like her!
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We need new versions of all fairy tales 🙂
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Atta girl
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🙌🥳😍
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Good for her. I like her confidence.
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Thank you!
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👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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You go, Cinderella.✨
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🙌❤️ Thank you!
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Good for her lol.
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Thank you, Diana!
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