Hilda - Snow White revisited (19 page)

After a while, as everyone was equipped with
drinks and snacks and Sleepy was shoved into a corner, King Walt
stepped forward. "Lovely couple, honoured folks. Now all lips are
burning from the kissing, and all cheeks are raw from the same, I
would like to introduce a bit of entertainment to you all."

"Dad?" Snow-White was amazed by this gesture of
her father. He had already given them a new bed and a few
horses.

"Trust me, kiddo. This will be fun," he beamed,
patting her on the arm.

Hilda and Baba Yaga, sitting at the table with
the happy couple, exchanged glances. This was a suprise for them as
well, since Walt had worked this out all alone.

"Right then. For this surprise I require the
assistance of my wife, the lovely queen..." Walt obviously basked
in his moment of glory as he pointed out the lady to the
others.

The mean queen, who had been brought back to
awareness a while ago already, flustered and did not want to be
part of this. She did not like surprises. And certainly not when
they involved her. "Walt," she hissed in her sweetest voice.

King Walt however was not shaken, nor stirred.
"And I will also need this." He clapped his chubby hands, and at
that mark a servant came in carrying a beautiful yellow cushion
made of satin. On the cushion were two fantastic shoes, looking as
if they were made of glass.

"They are not made of glass," Walt said with
pride, "they are made of diamond. And they are a gift to my wife,
who has done so much for my daughter."

The mean queen stared at her husband and then
turned her greedy eyes at the two sparkling shoes that the servant
had placed in front of her. Quite excited suddenly, her hand on her
heaving bosom, she said: "Oh my... I didn't... I mean..." Quickly
she kicked off her ordinary silver-and-sapphire shoes and slipped
her feet into the cool diamond ones. They fit like gloves, despite
common knowledge that gloves usually go on hands.

The queen got up as everyone looked at her shoes
in awe. Carefully she took a few steps. The shoes felt amazing. She
stepped some more steps. Attempted a royal twirl. The shoes
responded well to that, and the mean queen was surprised. Somehow,
without knowing it, she had done something very good for Walt. She
was convinced of that. Why else would he give her such a brilliant
and shiny present?

"Maestro," Walt said, addressing the man in the
preposterous wig that was standing in front of the orchestra. "Hit
it."

A shriek escaped the mean queen as she started
to dance. She had no choice. The shoes did all the work, but she
had to follow, willing or not.

"Dad, that is so cool!", Snow-White said, unable
to peel her eyes from her step-mother. "Did she practice that very
long?"

Walt shook his head. "No, it's all in the
shoes," he snorted.

Hilda and Baba Yaga did some witchy stuff to
check out the step-queen's lower extremities, and giggled. There
was magic in the shoes. Heavy Magic. And the queen would have to
live with that for the rest of her life, since she would not be
able to take the shoes off again. She would have to dance whenever
there was music, because that was what the shoes were specifically
made for.

Hilda snickered, as she was convinced that Walt
would see to it that there would not be a lack of music.

Then a menacing thought developed in her mind
and clawed its way to her vocal chords. She looked at Baba Yaga,
and said: "I wonder where the fuck he got those shoes from..."

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About the author:

I am an IT consultant who loves reading and
writing.

I've been an amateur-author since years, writing
SciFi, Fantasy and lately also Steampunk. My home is in the
Netherlands.

I hope you liked "Hilda: Snow-White
Revisited".

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Hilda, the wicked
witch
(Smashwords, July 2010)

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