‘Cindy go and make the tea and tidy your hair,’ said Annabelle. ‘Our visitor won’t want to see you.’ She smiled coyly at the young man who sat on the edge of the sofa.
Cindy left the room quietly and went to the kitchen where she heated water and put a large slab of cake on a china plate. When the tea was made she took it in and placed it quietly on the table near her step mother. There was a slightly unpleasant sour smell and Cindy realized that both her half-sisters, Annabelle and Carrabelle, had taken off their shoes. She slipped out of the room just as Annabelle was trying to force her size eight foot into Cindy’s delicate size four, glass shoe. She’d lost it at the dance last week.
‘Let me have another try,’ whined Carrabelle as Cindy slipped into the kitchen and closed the door.
It was ten minutes later when she heard her step mother’s piercing voice. ‘C..I..N..D..Y show out our guest.’
Cindy went to open the door to let Prince Alex out of the house. She had scraped her hair back from her face and slipped on an old pinny that had belonged to her mother. He didn’t look at her. He didn’t say, ‘thank you’.
‘Where will I find my love?’ the prince said pitifully to his guard. The guard looked at Cindy and a look of recognition flickered in his eyes.
Cindy shook her head at him just as he opened his mouth. He closed it again, looking puzzled.
‘I don’t know, your highness,’ said the guard and he and the prince walked towards her neighbour’s house.
At eight o’clock the next evening there was a knock on the kitchen door. Cindy with her hands covered in washing up suds opened the door. There was the guard.
‘I’m sorry to trouble you, Miss, but I had to come and find out why you didn’t want the prince to recognise you. Marrying him you’d be made for life. He’s completely minted.’
Cindy smiled at the young man.
‘Be honest. Do you like him?’ she asked.
The man’s cheeks slowly went red. ‘He’s my boss, Miss. It’s not up to me to give an opinion.’
‘Well I’ll give you my opinion then. Last week, while he leered down my cleavage for three hours, he told me about all his possessions. It was like a never ending list – on and on. I couldn’t get away. I couldn’t say to the prince, “I’d rather be at home, scivvying for my selfish family”. I was stuck with him all evening.’
The prince’s guard smiled and then he started to laugh.
‘You’re so …you are so refreshing.’
Cindy smiled back. ‘Tea?’
The writing task was to take a well known story and give it a different ending. Try to involve a cliffhanger. In my version, the cliff hanger is the ‘will they – won’t they get together’. I’ve left it to the reader to decide.
Why not try writing a different ending to a well known story and send them to me? I’d love to read them.