Writing Pilates
This week my lovely sister and I will “Give your character a problem” in our writing exercise. Her character’s problem can be viewed here. And mine is as follows.
Give Your Character a Problem
It was early June (the season of weddings) and every fairy in Madam Beautific’s School of Princessdom was buzzing through the dress dummies with at least one gleaming needle in hand. Although many of the perspective princesses wished to glimpse the progress of their hand sewn tummy tighteners and bosom blossomers first hand, none of them were willing to brave a room that boiled with stressed girl faeries brandishing the gleaming points of sewing paraphernalia. All except Miss Borka.
Bosomella was just grinding the sharp metal edge off of her 123rd brazier hook of the day when a slim dark teen limped through the dangerously distracted seamstresses.
“In four weeks time when every maid in the kingdom curtsies low before our crown prince hoping to the cloudy heights that this year’s bosom blossomer is remarkable enough to give her that tiny edge to secure his majesty’s affections, I too will curtsy before prince Andrej. But my miracle will in no way involve the flaunting of perfectly powdered and artfully showcased cleavage of massive quantities. Instead I shall triumph through the flaunting of the mind. What fairy shall join me and share in the glory of my unlikely conquest?”
Something within Bosomella’s small breast stirred and before her head could register the action, the small faery’s wings had flitted her into the path of the limping girl and she found herself hovering expectantly before her.
