I woke up to see someone leaning over me, as if he had just kissed me, and was about to do so again.
The man had blue eyes, a chiseled jawline, an equine nose, and that blind confidence that only comes from lifelong entitlement.
“You creep,” I screamed, as I pushed at him, hard. His face registered shock as he went flying back.
I jumped up, and landed next to his supine figure. The last words I heard before I choked the life out of him were, “I’m Prince Charming, Sleeping Beauty….”
I wonder why he called me that…
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99 words.
Written as a part of Charli Mills’ Carrot Ranch March 14 Flash Fiction Challenge.
jagahdilmein 
You would never know, now that he is dead!
True that.
Great story!
Thank you so much Susan.
Defend first, ask questions later. 🤔
Absolutely.
She woke up defending herself. I don’t think she believes he was “charming.” Great modern twist.
Thank you so much Charli.
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Now this is a realistic end to a fairy tale! Well done.
Thank you so much Molly.