I pause in front of isolated remnants of Hurricane Sandy’s fury and remember the day Prince Harry came to town. Red-haired and handsome, he looked sad as he surveyed the barren land where homes once stood. I moved in close and had my picture taken with him. I was surprised to find he was relaxed. He chatted with me. He was accessible. He smelled good. He was Mr. Wonderful. And I know that on that glorious day, my life changed. I was no longer an ordinary schoolgirl. Instead, I became, forever, The Girl Who Has Met Her Prince.
(Inspired by “When Harry met Christie:…” The Daily Mail.)
(Photo by Sara Ann Hall. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, Friday Fictioneers, May 17, 2013.)