When Gabriela was little, she saw the older girls in their fancy dresses. “Are they princesses?”

Her mother rolled her eyes. “No. They are just going to a dance. Come along.”

Gabriela thought about that. “I want to go to a dance when I am big.”

When Gabriela was old enough, her mother scoffed. “The dance? You don’t have a suitable dress.”

“I saved enough money.”

Mother tsk tsked. “Throwing money away … Who are you going with?”


Mother froze. “Some rich, young man asked you, didn’t he?”

Gabriela’s cheeks burned. “I’m going to go anyway. I’m a princess too.”

Picture is copyright by Timothy Neesam.

Daily Post prompt.

2 thoughts on “Incomplete

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s