Cinderella was oblivious to the march of the sentinel who paraded on the fixed orbit of the big clock in the ball room of the palace.She danced with the prince as if in a trance.Time seemed to melt away.They were as close as the two hands of the clock that were about to meet and embrace the moment .tick..tock..tick..tock..and it was then that she realized what was happening.The magic was about to end.she broke free from his embrace.Before the clock could strike 12 she had to be back where she belonged.The magic was about to end.One of her shoes slipped out of her dainty feet as she ran away from the prince’s palace.She did not stop.when the clock struck the final cord of midnight the magic faded away.She was back in her dark,sooty world,clad in her rags.The chariot had turned back into the big pumpkin.
Why didn’t the shoe lose its magic?..the shoe that was in the hands of the prince...
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