Upstaged

Cinderella was about to drop her shoe, disappear into the night.

Then Uncle Leo, always dashing, rode his black stallion into the ballroom. The crowd oohed as Leo tossed a red rose.

Cinderella angrily stamped her foot as her Prince was smitten.

Microfiction: Deja Vu

I want to bellow,

scream,

spew my rage like vomit--

but I swallow it all,

repeat myself,

Damn it.

Because

You have asked me that same question
yesterday,
last week,
the week before that,

for every
single
scan,
exam,
test, and
biopsy.