Story Write Compilations Volume I Stories 31

 Cinderella...

 

Author's Note:

A darker version of the above. And it also involves the Mob. Pardon me, did I spell MOP or MOB?

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It was one day in the time of some days, there was a young lady who has come of age to be independent of her immediate family, made so by the presence of her stepmother and stepsisters’, she found the need to get her own life outside. You got to understand her problem, she is living in a two-room apartment with an equally snoring father who also sleepwalks at night. But this poor lady could not find an apartment had to endure the household works as her sisters took care of her father in case he falls off the balcony on the 29th floor in his sleepwalks.

 

This young lady's name is Cinderella, and she is one unlucky girl for sure; she gets to scrub floors and washes the dirty laundry, and she is sometimes seen hanging over the window edge cleaning the panes. It's made worse by the gossip she can hear of the neighbors who talk of her father's antics. But poor Cinderella was sane to all the insanity around her, although she kept rats for a pet; I am sure she had them vaccinated.

 

Now one day, there was a party to be held at the pool, and it was hosted by the local celebrity, whose charms earn him reputable names. It was the father who paid for the party as he hoped his son will find a bride among the elites here. Now the party was the next best thing to happen since the BBQ which burned down the gazebo. So all the young ladies were ecstatic and that includes Cinderella’s.

 

But poor Cinderella had nothing to be ecstatic about. Her favorite dress was riddled with holes courtesy of Cousin Rat-Attack. So she sat there while her stepsisters paraded in their costumes, to flaunt their assets. Now Cinderella was not altogether lost, as she has a ‘Godfather’ named Marlon at Suite B on Block MF. He used to say ‘I'm gonna make you an offer you can't refuse’ so she went to him for help. She bought him cigars from Sicily. He told his ladies, ‘you get her ready to be the next model or I model you myself.’

 

So they did, a silky pink dress ( the pigs will go oink over ) with matching shoes, and a pink convertible that can fit into the lift to take her to the pool on the ground floor. They even had the pool filled with pinkies flowers and lifted the party to a punky level. Her entrance to the party was unbelievable; a 48 piece orchestra and pink carpets rolled out. But before she stepped out of the pink convertible, her Godfather said ‘don’t leave before midnight. I got a surprise for you’.

 

Now the host was charmed by the Pink Lady, and he forgot that his party was taken over by ladies in pink. The other eligible ladies were shipped off to the nearest McD to eat their D's alone. So the young couple left alone; danced and chat the whole evening. But just before the stroke of midnight, too much ‘pink lady’ drinks needed Cinderella to be excused.

 

"Excuse me, my dear. I am needed in the powder room." So Cinderella took her to leave of the dashing young man. So she pries herself off the arms of the host, ran to the bathroom at her apartment in time ( she was particular about her choice of the bathroom, and the lift was not working that day so she climbed the 29th Floor up.).

 

But she left her right shoe behind at the pool.

 

True enough at the stroke of midnight, the place was lighted up with fireworks and the message ‘you complete me...’. But there was no completion. Cinderella left before she can complete the party.

 

The poor charming man who held her right shoe thought she was a dream like the fireworks; dazzle for a while and left with emptiness. So he retired to be a shoemaker in Bond's Street.

 

And Cinderella on returning to the party finds herself alone. She climbed back to the 29th Floor and took on her usual works. She did however rear more cats to eat the rats.

 

As for Marlon, I heard he left for the movies.

 

As for the apartment, echoes of ‘Cinderella..........’ can still be heard till today at the stroke of midnight. It's no ghost you will encounter, but Cinderella calling in her fav cat named Cinderella.