Two friends visited the wishing tree. Eloy released an inaudible sound as he falls flat on his side by the tree trunk. His breaths stumbling by each other. Finger twitching involuntarily. Feet twisted around each other, the reason for him falling in the first place. Eyes twitching… searching for the box. His gaze is limited from the angle he’s positioned for this view.
Just a few minutes pass midnight. There it sat, a lone left sided glass slipper. Bruised by it hurrying owner. Damped by puddles that fear dragged it through. With traces of dust either from a fairy or shame. This lone glass slipper left on a rugged mat by the door of its owner, longing for its partner in crime. The other side of its pair, the right side who got left on the wrong side of town. Whi...