Mirror Image by Paula Gail Benson
Am I to be the hero of
my own life? Villain seems more appropriate. I take blame for my circumstances.
My own selfishness
caused me to live in beastly form with my castle staff reduced to furniture and
fixtures.
Why do enchantresses
determine fates and does true love reverse spells?
A human might feel
affection for an animal showing courage and protection. But, fondness and pity
are insufficient to break the mirage hiding my true self.
Who’d venture here
to find me? Perhaps, someone desperate enough to trade her freedom to avoid her
own loss?
At heart, someone like
me?
© Paula Gail
Benson, all rights reserved
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