“No way!” said little Cindy as she and her twin sister Ellie sat up in bed, listening to their mother tell them a bedtime story.
“Glass slippers?” said Ellie. “You’re kidding!”
“Couldn’t the fairy godmother have chosen something better? Who makes shoes to wear out of glass, anyway?”
“They couldn’t have been comfortable.”
“Yeah! Dancing all night in them must’ve hurt her feet!”
“Couldn’t she have asked for some other type of shoe?”
“Yeah. And if they fit perfectly, why did one fall off? And why didn’t it break on the step?”
Their mother sighed and closed the book. “Alright. If you’re going to nitpick the story like that, then it’s time for light’s out.”
“We’re sorry, Mother. Finish the story.”
“If you promise not to interrupt again.”
“We promise,” said Cindy as Ellie nodded.
“Very well, then.”
Their mother opened the book and continued the story. But it wasn’t long before the twins started interrupting again.
“Is it really possible that no one else in the kingdom would have the same size foot as her?” asked Cindy.
Their mother closed the book again and stood up as the twin girls groaned. “You had your chance. Now it’s time for bed.”
The girls sighed and settled down into bed. “Good night, Mother,” they said meekly.
“Good night, dears,” their mother said, then gave them each a kiss on the cheek. Then she put out the light and left their room.
She entered her bedroom and set the book down on her dresser, then climbed into bed next to her husband.
“How did storytime go, Ella?” he asked her.
“They insisted on nitpicking almost every detail, especially about the shoe. Their minds seem to be too logical.” She glanced up at the portrait hanging above the dresser, depicting a lovely young lady in a ball gown, holding a pillow with a glass slipper resting on it. “I’m sorry, Grandmother. I don’t think they’ll ever believe in magic.”
Her husband took her hand. “Don’t worry, dear. I’m sure they will, one day.”
This story is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “glass”: