Once upon a time, Ok, Ok, its Flash Fiction, cut to the chase.
Goldilocks sat scratching her rear, the little bears chair wasn’t as comfortable as the story had made out and whilst deliberating over the porridge her bum had gone decidedly numb.
Even the food wasn’t up to much, she was used to Egon Ronay, well, at least four stars. It was OK being a celebrity but she was tired of all the three bears stuff and she wanted to move onto more serious roles. Sleeping beauty for instance, she could do that, even at her age. Much more glamorous than messing around with smelly, old, flea infested grizzlies.
Anyway baby bear was now pushing 20; it was ridiculous, a grown bear dressed in a diaper, infact the whole thing was getting a bit passé.
Still, a job is a job. She had been offered ‘Big Brother’ but had turned that down. Humpty Dumpty had gone in her place, and apparently it wasn’t all it was ‘cracked’ up to be.
Goldilocks stirred the lumpy porridge, her dyed shimmering locks looking decidedly brassy in the glare of the electric light.
She sighed, all alone on a Saturday night, even the 3 bears wouldn’t be at home tonight, they were performing their ‘Bear Gee’s tribute on ‘Britain’s Got Talent’.
Slumping back in her seat Goldy was just about to cry when she heard a loud knock at the door.
Looking up she could see the shadow of two ears and a snout through the window.
She smiled a little smile. It was Wolf. He must be on his way home from seeing Little Red Riding Hood. Well, it wasn’t Prince Charming, that’s for sure, but Wolf could be very charismatic if you caught him in the right mood.
Maybe he could take her to the local bar, the ‘Pumpkin and Slipper’, were having a’ buy one get one free’ evening?
Straightening her dress, Goldilocks tidied her hair before answering the door.
Outside the wolf licked his lips, tonight could be the night for a little celebrity ‘Come Dine with Me’!