One Whole Minute

• Up to 100 Words
• Genre – Fairy Tale/Fantasy
• Action – Grooming a horse
• Word – Whole

“Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred,” Cora finished as the bell tower rang the first chime of the mid-day hour. She hugged the brown chestnut mare she was grooming. “Until tomorrow, Prince Peter” she whispered, even as she felt the tugging of the spell. A spell that would soon reduce her back to the field mouse she was forever cursed to be, from noon to midnight each day. As the tugging began, Prince Peter morphed back into a man, their curses overlapping. For one whole minute, they embraced each other in their human forms, proving no witch’s curse could defeat true love.

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