Sharing Paula’s take on the prompt –
When she was a child, she played in a magic garden with a sparkling unicorn and a rainbow of butterflies. One day, she jumped in a glittering aqua pool and was pulled out by rough hands. Scared, she stared into an unfamiliar face.
“Foolish girl,” the old man said. “That river is dirty. Don’t go in there again.”
“What about my white horse?” she cried.
He laughed but not unkindly and returned her to the orphanage, where they punished her for escaping again. A few years later, they sent her out to work for a wealthy family to earn her keep. She cleaned their floors and sometimes was allowed to help in the kitchen, where she might stir a pot of sauce or cut up vegetables.
One day, she was in the driveway helping the chauffeur wax the white limo when the old man appeared, the one who…
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