I Don’t Believe in Fairytales.
“This is the path.”
“How can you tell?”
“Look around you, stupid. Do you think that these trees were planted in a double line by Mother Nature?”
“Don’t call me stupid.”
“Quit saying stupid things. Now we just follow this lovely path to the castle.”
“Do you really think that it’ll be that easy to rescue Princess Agatha? Haven’t you read any of the fairytale endings?”
“I don’t believe in fairytales.”
“And you call me stupid. Of course you believe in fairytales. Why do you think that Princess Agatha has been locked away, sound asleep in this bloody castle for the last 175 years? Do you think she just got tired and decided to take a long nap?”
“OK. I believe the stories that Dad told us. He believed them. Dad said that his two best friends tried to rescue Princess Agatha more than seventy years ago.”
“What happened to them?”
“They never came back. Every 25 years or so, two men from our town feel the ‘passion’ to go on the quest. It is said that this ‘passion’ will continue throughout the generations of our town until a man of honorable birth rescues Princess Agatha.”
“And you’re that man?”
“Yep.”
“That sounds like a fairytale to me.”
Written for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: 2020: Week #47.
Interesting and engaging story!
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