Purity is transient. Moments later a car or two did figure eights on the street and destroyed the sacred blank page.

It’s like piercing the veil of a manuscript submission. So much hope, so much anticipation. Letting it go out to the universe invites wheelies and tracks and tire marks. The snow white serenity has been poisoned by indiscriminate bites into the apple.

Some day, my Prince will come. Or Princess. Right now, this Lady in Waiting status is a royal dream deferred.