She rushed out of the ball. Her shoe slipped off her feet as she ran down the stairs. Poof, she was gone. And a pumpkin sat at the end of the steps, a mute spectator to her flight.
I did it differently.
I was not rushing out, not from a ball, away from a handsome prince, nor to a dreary life.
I absentmindedly stepped onto the first step of a flight of stairs around 4 feet high- maybe ten to twelve steps.
Like Cinderella, my shoe slipped off. My second foot was poised to hit the second step. Taken aback, the second foot slipped. So now I had neither foot touching either of the steps.
Yes, I did fly.
Must have been a graceful sight, I would not know. I was thinking, oh dear, this will not end prettily.
My face crashed onto the hard floor.
The comics got it right- Thwack, Splat, all these are rather realistic depictions of sound when you crashland.
I lay still. White faced sales girls circled me. They probably thought I was dead. They were still. I was still.
I thought, oh that George, his phone does not have any signal just when I need him to. ( I had dialled his number five minutes before my flight) So I dialled a friend's number, handed the phone to the shop lady, pointed to the cafe on the first floor, and said " my friend is there, call her."
"Madam, aapki friend gir gayi".
Not sure if I got up, but I pointed to my face and asked the ladies "All well?"
How the hell did Cinderella get away so prettily?
Afterword: No serious damage. Lip cut. No teeth broken. Bruises and aches in strange places. I did not fall prettily, but I fell perfectly! And for a few days I will look like Ms. Jolie.