Beauty In The Dumpster

Beauty had worked in Mrs. Adrian's sewing studio for many years now, but never had she the experienced what she had over the last week. A costumer had been displeased with her and the seamstress' work, but Beauty had denied her accusations of not following her instructions. She was sure they'd done it to the letter. The old crone, obviously offended, had shouted - "should you prick your finger upon a sewing needle, you will fall into an slumber until the world ends!" She had laughed at the woman's words and ushered her from the shop. When she had told her boss about this, Mrs. Adrian had looked at her, almost sadly. She said, "not until the world ends, my dear, until a kiss is bestowed upon your lips." Beauty had laughed that off as well.

She was sitting in the studio, sewing the hem of a dress. Slipping the needle in, and pulling it through - rinse and repeat, all the way around. Today, the innocent young Beauty wore a simple black, turtle neck, sleeveless dress, that fell to her mid thighs. Stockings rose to her thighs and gave way down her legs to black, strapped heels. She wore some bangles on her wrists, her nails neatly done and manicured. Her long, slightly curled raven hair spilling freely down her back and over her pale shoulders.

Beauty was spacing out, her mind wandering from the …show more content…
Mrs. Adrian's shop had long since closed since the mysterious seamstress had disappeared. The only part of the two-story studio that laid untouched was the loft where the young Beauty - eternally twenty two - slept in her cursed slumber. The slumber of Sleeping Beauty, as the legend said, to be awoken with a kiss of true love. This man did not believe in such ridiculious curses, or such fairy tales, but had come to bring back to the lovely beauty they spoke of. He would find the doors unlocked and Beauty asleep, as if in an eternal state of rest, in the embrace of the cold canopy