Prince Not-So Charming

Since Addie Carson was a little girl, she'd always dreamed of her Prince Charming. She didn't know how he would find her, but she knew that he would. Sure, she’d pictured him wearing a suit and riding a white horse, carrying a bouquet of daisies, her favorite flowers. As Addie grew up, her vision changed. His white horse changed into a limousine, then a motorcycle, a white horse again, a flying carpet, a carriage, and so on. The suit remained mostly unchanged, although the color of his tie changed as her favorite color changed. The daisies were always the same. When she pictured him in any of these visions, Addie had always imagined him to come out of nowhere, sweep her off her feet, and carry her off into the sunset. However, she’d realized how unlikely it was for any of her visions to be real. She’d realized how unlikely it would be for her to find her Prince Charming at all. As depressing as it sounds, she’d gotten used to the fact that her Prince Charming was just a vision and would probably only ever be that. Addie most certainly never expected him to ride into her life on a rusty old bicycle wearing a t-shirt and jeans with busted up converse, carrying her neighborhood’s newspapers. But that was exactly how he made his entrance, and Addie will never be able to forget the most captivating part. That is, the part where he ran over her dog.

He was dead to her. Utterly, completely dead to her. There would be no resurrection.