The Cinderella Story 1
THE CINDERELLA STORY 1
Written by: Johnbest Obialo (Desert writer)
Word count: 1700
Disclaimer: Every word, name, place, and anything seen, read or heard on this story are all fictitious, merely from the writer's imagination. It holds no relevant connection to anywhere, anyplace, anything, living or dead. This work is not to be published, rewritten, or edited in any manner/form, without the knowledge of the writer.
Cindy, as she was generally called, was a resplendently brilliant and suave, little lass. At the time she clocked eight, she already chose an ambition for herself. 'I want to become a Psychologist,' she had told her mum at a time.
Cindy was a rare daughter every parent would desire to have. If there ever were a time where she was placed on the tables of the merchant as a stock to be sold, there would be hordes of families who would shudder in made haste to gamble their fortunes, in exchange. There was something different about the dapper Cindy; one would think she was an adult in child's skin; perhaps it was the way she eloquently spoke, painstakingly selecting her words like a professor of linguistics or maybe it was the way she used her hand to pack her black, oily hair to fall freely behind her ears, leaving them dancing to the sweet melody of the breeze, as she conversed. She was good with words, and also pretty intelligent such that her mum would always tell her how good a journalist she would make. None of that came through, though. Journalism, psychology, all became of the past - a mirage for one who lost all in one night.
It was at 8 pm on Christmas eve, they were returning from seeing a movie. Her Dad had taken her mum and her out to spend the eve somewhere away from home. They were in their black Beetle car her dad owned ever since Cindy was a baby. They weren't necessarily swimming in the pool of poverty but they were content and had enough to put them in the middle-class family. Cindy's Daddy, Mr. Thomas, was a public health worker, averagely tall, handsome, and manly. He had a vibe that could make every woman sway in his attempt to choke them. That was how he got to marry his wife, Debby, she swayed at first sight. And so he didn't forget to bring up the topic every now and then.
"You know, you couldn't say no to me the first day I approached you, " he muttered, turning to his wife, and adjusting the jazz music playing in the stereo. 'Oh, shut up! you are just so full of yourself,' replied the wife.
"Say the truth, Debby,"
"Daddy, you are not so handsome oooo," Cindy's voice came from the back seat. Mr. Thomas and his wife turned to the back, looked at Cindy.
They laughed. "See I had many suitors. You should be happy I accepted you with your unromantic proposal, " "let me hear." Mr. Thomas said in denial.
The light decorating the road as they rode past and the mass of people playing fireworks of different colors made the evening magical. Mr. Thomas would make a joke and Cindy and her mum would laugh so hard, they almost choked. It was in this manner for minutes; jokes-laughter-jokes again her dad was busy cracking jokes, he forgot the traffic signal changed and he rode past a red light. Their sense was brought to the present as they heard a trailer horn. What happened next became a tale. She lost her parents that night and her life took a different turn next.