“Mama. Tell me ‘boud da pwincess again.” My daughter paused. “Pweas?”
“Sure, honey.” I forced my limbs to move, leaving the unforgiving chair and crossing the room. I scooted onto the bed, her tiny frame a puzzle piece fitting into my side. “Once upon a time there was a very brave princess named Priscilla.”
“Dats my name!” The tubes threading Priscilla’s nose gave her a nasal tone, so unlike the melodic one I was used to.
I tucked a strand of blond hair behind her ear. “That’s right, it is. Princess Priscilla loved to run on the castle grounds, the grass tickling her toes. One afternoon the Princess lost control of her favorite pink ball. Worried it would be lost, she left the safety of the grass for the sharp pebbles of road. A horse ran into her.” I reined in my voice, refusing to let it waiver.
“She needed her momma,” my daughter looked at me, her pain creeping through the morphine.
“She really needed her momma. The Queen heard the crash and ran. She found the Princess lying on the grass – asleep. The Queen needed her princess to wake up so she pulled her magic wand out and waved it over the Princess.”
“Butshedontwakeup,” Priscilla said, mumbling her words, her stained eyelids heavy.
“Not at first. Then the Queen remembered her tears were magical, and began to cry. Her tears ran down her cheeks and fell onto the Princess.”
My tears cascaded onto her head. “A few days passed as The Queen poured her magical tears onto the Princess, but on the fourth day, the Princess’s eyes opened.”
A small snore rose above the beeping machines.
“And now every time the Princess sees the Queen cry, she knows her Mommy is just passing on the magic.”
“The cure for anything is salt water….sweat, tears or the sea.”
~ Isak Dinesen, pseudonym of Baroness Karen von Blixen-Finecke
If you are going with Fiction, have your character resolve a problem using one of the three (or all three!!!). There are so many ways you can use this prompt so be creative with it, don’t take us where we think you’ll go.
Word Limit is 300.