There was uproar. People screaming and running in all directions, security guards trying to battle their way through the crowd yelling at people to get out of the way. The band, unsure as to what was happening, continued to play, though with a lot less enthusiasm. A voice shouted out, “It’s the Prince he’s collapsed.” A cordon of concerned and somewhat nosey people were soon gathering around the prone figure of their handsome prince. Someone whispered, “He’s dead! He’s been poisoned!” In all the commotion nobody noticed Cinderella slip away, dropping a syringe in an ice bucket as she left.
My Drabble Project – Day 31 Story 99