Author's note: My friend had a prompt for her creative writing class that sounded like lots of fun. Write a story including a mirror, a sausage, and a pedicure. Here is part of my attempt. I don't have anything to do with the original Snow White, obviously. But who doesn't wonder what happened to the Magic Mirror?
Foreword
This story is written just as it was told to me by the Magic Mirror in the alcove by the window of the west tower in Snow White Castle. I took a summer job at the age of sixteen, giving tours and inventorying the contents of the castle. It was supposed to be a simple, quiet job. But once I met Mirror, everything changed. I felt duty bound to visit him every day, recording his story. He claims this is how the events of Snow White's life actually occurred, and was quite adamant that I keep true to his every word.
So here it is - the true story of Snow White.
-JB
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess, as they all say.
Everyone has heard the story of how Snow White's wicked stepmother plotted against the young girl's life, jealous of her beauty. It is common knowledge that the hunter let the girl escape into the forest, where she lived with seven short men, cleaning their house with the assistance of lively forest animals. We also know that the stepmother disguised herself as an old woman and poisoned Snow White with an apple. The story ends with a kiss from Prince Charming, which awakens Snow White from her apple coma.
However, this story has been diluted in rumor and childish fantasies, as all good fairy tales are over the course of time. Surprisingly, no one has bothered to ask me what actually happened. I have been hanging in the same spot on the wall of the castle for four generations, gathering dust unless a particularly thorough maid happens my way.
It is not that I complaining about a lack of recognition or desire more fame as the all-knowing magic mirror of yore. I simply wonder if someone should set the record straight. And as I am the last sentient being who was present at the time of Snow White and her stepmother's melodramatic spat, I figure I should tell someone. That's why when you first walked in here, John, I spoke to you. I usually just hide until the maid finishes her work and leaves. But you seemed different, like you actually were interested in the secrets of the castle.
So, do you want to know what really happened the day Snow White ran away into the forest?
