Cinderella stepped from the coach and swept up the stairs.
'Welcome to the Folly Dance,' said the Usher.
'I thought it was the Prince's birthday party,' Ella said.
'So it is, but leave any thoughts of marriage at the door, for there is no happily ever after here.'
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Flash Fiction
Short StoryTwitter has a daily prompt using the hashtag #vss365. This thread will be for pulling those stories, plus other very short stories, into one place. There are a mixture of genres, the occasional sequence with repeated characters, and a mix of serious...
