This is for Sonya’s photo prompt, a lovely one this week.
Photo ©Dmitri Popov
“Pretty,” the child said, pointing at the candy-striped stucco, the neat, even windows and the cornice strung with coloured lights.
“That’s where the princesses live,” her mother said knowingly, “and if you’re a good girl, one day you might be chosen to join them while you wait for a prince to take you for his wife.”
At one of the neat windows that didn’t open, a girl gripped the bars behind and stared down into the street, where a child skipped happily holding her mother’s hand, and she longed to be able to reach the glass and smash it and scream to the carefree child that it was all lies.