Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Violet

Seen on the Purple Line to Linden at about 8:20 a.m. 

Violet bought the shoes because they reminded her of Cinderella. Obviously, they weren’t glass slippers. They were gold, sparkly ballet flats. They weren’t sparkly in an offensive way—not stitched with rows of garish sequins or encrusted in craft store glitter. Rather, the shoes looked like they had been lightly sprinkled with fairy dust. She had the notion that she would someday leave one behind at the apartment of a handsome, charming man.

This wasn’t the first time Violet had tried to incorporate fairy tales into her life. When she was twelve, she attempted to grow her blonde, wavy hair as long as Rapunzel’s. Unfortunately, her mother insisted it looked messy and she finally dragged Violet to a salon to have it chopped.
On her first day of high school, Violet stuck pieces of chewing gum down the hallway floors so she could find her way back to her locker. This did earn her the nickname “Gretel,” but it also earned her three detentions. When she was five, Violet refused to eat apples for fear that they were poisoned. Her parents banned her from watching Snow White, which eventually put an end to that. She never could understand why her family disliked her affinity for the stories so much. All Violet wanted was a little magic in her life. 

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