My own white knight
December 10, 2007“I am my own white knight,” she said.
She picked up her skirts and strode away from him, her glass slippers clicking along the sidewalk.
Behind her, the mice took one look at him and decided loyalties. They picked up the pumpkin with their tiny paws and carried it after her, toward happily ever after.
100 Proof 
Great to have news of you–and your 100 proof stories. “Toward” makes all the difference in the wonderful ending of “My Own White Knight.”
Pam, thank you, and thank you so much for stopping by! It’s an honor…thank you for your comment.