Her name was Stacey, with an E. She had two puppies. Their names were Peanut and Butter. She didn't understand those who preferred cats. Her parents had passed away in a fire when she was four. Her grandmother raised her. Her grandfather passed away in the war. She used to play the piano but gave up after three months because it was too difficult for her. She dipped her toes in photography but decided that it didn't suit her when she lost a school photography competition.
It had only been thirty minutes since she entered the room.
I shut my eyes.
YOU ARE READING
00:00 ✓
Short StoryAt 00:00, Cinderella ran away from her prince, leaving a glass slipper on the marbled steps of the grand staircase. At 00:00, I ran away from him. Unlike Cinderella, I didn't leave a single thing behind. © sonderingly
