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If roses were dreams, mine would be pink. Not frilly and edged with lace. But thick, suffocating folds of mauve, like the velvet gown I wore to last night's ball.
They call me Beauty. But they do not know my name. The name I was born with--Briar Rose. They do not know that underneath the surface, my thorns are black, and sharp as the beak of a crow.
They're breaking in. It was only a matter of time. The roses are snaking in the windows, twisting up the bedposts, curling around my wrists.
They said it was the witch who cast the spell. But it was me. I pressed my flesh into the tip of the needle. I let the drop of blood fall. I know what they want from me. But I cannot do it.
For it is not a prince I seek. But a man of the woods. One who does not fear the thorns. Or the wall of roses--a hedge, thick and tight as a corset, encircling this forgotten palace where I lay. In the highest chamber, in the tallest tower. Dreaming of roses. And him.
No. A prince could not give me these dreams. These rose petal dreams that blind me with longing. He, only he, will know to look for me here. The one who will not recognize me as Beauty. But as Briar--a tangled knot of thorns and velvet petals.
This is my second attempt at flash fiction. You can read my first, "Drinking in a Lavender Rose Petal Spell," here. I find flash fiction so soothing. It's much more freeing than writing a novel. Because you can give into a creative impulse instead of worrying how each sentence is going to affect every little thing that comes after. I'm used to writing novels. Novels take so much time and patience and thought. Flash fiction is really just a "flash" of inspiration I might get walking or gazing out the window or finding a pretty picture on Pinterest. Loads of beautiful images to spark the imagination on Pinterest. I hope you enjoy my twist on Sleeping Beauty. I'd love to hear your thoughts. :)