A Halloween cautionary tale
The Fairy Godmother waved her curling wand, turning Thirtysomethingella’s limp strands into passable locks. “Have fun at the ball, deary, but don’t forget to be home by midnight.”
“Why, what happens at midnight?” Thirtysomethingella turned her head from side to side, admiring her hair in the mirror.
Dark clouds gathered around the Fairy Godmother and she lowered her voice. “At midnight… you will turn into a pumpkin!”
Thirtysomethingella arched her filled-in brow. “You mean my carriage will turn into a pumpkin?”
“Don’t be silly, you’re taking an Uber.” The Fairy Godmother slipped a pack of anti-hangover magic dust into Thirtysomethingella’a purse. “But imagine what happens to a pumpkin under the wheels of a carriage. That’s what your head will feel like in the morning if you’re not in bed by twelve.”
Thirtysomethingella sulked. “That sounds grim.”
“You think?” The Fairy Godmother cracked her stiff neck. “Just you wait till menopause.” She dropped her head back and laughed and laughed…
The End
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