* This is an excerpt from a short story I’m sort of working on, the ultimate object being it’ll be one of several to make it’s way into a book.
Ashley ran excitedly down the stairs and down the hallway. As she rounded a corner she nearly collided with her Aunt Jane who was coming the other way, her arms laden with a basket of laundry.
“Slow down Ashley, anyone would think the devil was chasing you,” said Jane with a smile.
Ashley ignored her, instead waving a photo she had found up in the attic in her aunt’s face.
“Is this you auntie?”
Jane looked at the photo and her smile faded, dog-eared and partially faded yellow with age it portrayed two girls stood side-by-side on the edge of a cornfield.
“I assume you have been up in the attic again?” said Jane rhetorically, her voice almost toneless now.
“Did I do something wrong?” asked Ashley.
“Not at all, it’s just that I haven’t seen that photo in such a long time”.
Ashley pointed at the girl on the left, “That’s me right there”.
“Who is the other girl?”
Jane paused and looked away for a moment before returning her attention to the photo.
“Well once upon a time she was the Princess Gwyneth”.