“...The prince kissed the sleeping princess, who woke up and kissed him back. They declared their love for each other and lived happily ever after.”
The tiny girl hugged her grandfather. “Thank you for my story. But aren’t you too old for fairy tales, Grandpa?”
“We’re never too old for fairy tales, sweetheart. Now go with your mother.”
He eased himself out of the stiff, commercial settee and shuffled into the nearby room filled with muted regular beeping and white noise whirring.
Once blonde, her snow-white hair streamed across the pillow. The delicate nose and pouty lips he kissed for the first time as a strapping teen boy were still as lovely in repose six decades later.
Beneath unmoving parchment-like lids were the bluest eyes, like the lake before sunset. Dark tracery still framed them, her lashes lying against the faded cream of her skin. If only he could look into her calm, liquid gaze once more...
He took her cool hand in one palm as he stroked her hair with the other.
Leaning forward he pressed a kiss on her soft, familiar lips.
“Hello, princess. I still love you. Please wake me on the other side.”
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Originally submitted to fan fic flash fic - Week 19
Photo prompt: origin unknown
Awarded Honorable Mention
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