She, who being new at the manor had left the window open to the night air and breathed in those vapours which arose in unhealthy streams from the marsh, sought the juices of flies and other creatures which infested the old walls. She wandered the gloomy halls of the house, dust and cobwebs from the hidden places which held her prey coating her hair that at one time had been coal black making it grimy and dry giving her the appearance of a ghost which, as the castle had a reputation for spirits, meant that she fit in nicely.
The prince rapped sharply on the door.
The wizard threw the door open and glared.
"I have a problem. The princess who kissed me and turned me into a prince dumped me."
"So now you want a love potion." The old man snickered. "Everyone wants something. I get no peace. Go away."
"I really don't want to be a prince, too much work, but I may have a solution to both our problems. "
"So?"
"Here's my thought......"
The sign reads: Kiss the frog, solve your problem.
The wizard gets more done, and he enjoys listening to the frogs singing.
Flash Fiction is a really short story. Much thanks to Millenium Sci Fi and Fantasy for introducing me to the genre.
The prince rapped sharply on the door.
