Lilla was five when she first noticed the walls.
They were gray, thick-slabbed, stone. In a way she'd never noticed before, they trapped light and sent it flying up into the black ceiling. And they seemed to stretch on forever.
She asked her nurses.
"What's behind the walls?"
"A dangerous white sky--so empty you'll fall right through it," said Gerta, the evening nurse.
"A great black hole called the sea--so deep you'd drown in a trice," said Phoebe, the day nurse.
"A desert so wide and hot, you could never cross in your lifetime," said Melly, the cook.
"Oh," said Lilla.
A retelling of Cinderella.
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