Long before she died, the once-upon-a-time princess, Andrea Von Munslow, slipped into self-imposed obscurity, giving up family, her wealth, the world into which she’d been thrust.

Rumored to have drown (ironic, isn’t it?) off the coast of Monticello in 1963, by jumping overboard a yacht, after words exchanged with her philandering Prince Charming of a husband.

She understood that if she wanted peace, only death would set her free.

Andrea planned her exit. Care and diligence preceded her exit strategy. She took jewelry, cash, art works–valuables not likely to be missed at all. Things rightfully hers, to provide security, once she was “dead”.

The Prince and Princess did exchange angry words. And Andrea did, indeed, go overboard into icy waters. “Do, or Die”. And she wasn’t ready to die, just yet.

Fate favored the Princess, for she had a kind heart.

Successfully, she liquidated her cache, and bought a home which lay comfortably far enough away from people.
Andrea lived out her life in solitude, reborn.

Months went by before her body was discovered. (By humans, that is.)
Specifically, the grocery man, Albert, from the village. The old woman hadn’t called for delivery in some time. Albert finally decided to see after her, when she failed to return his calls.

The animals who lived on her property–knew that something was wrong with their friend. She always sat beside–not in–the pond! When they came around, the lady would fuss over them, and give them tasty treats.

A heart attack, drowning: That was the coroner’s report.
Clutched in her hands, handfuls of grass and wildflowers remained of her fruitless struggle to escape the pond into which she fell.

She died sadly, yet she managed to live a charmed life, better than any fairytale. (No “Prince Charming” needed!)


  1. You’ve turned a creepy picture into an almost sweet story. I say ‘almost’ only because it starts out implying the woman committed suicide, and then she drowns in a muddy pond. But maybe better to die in happiness than to live miserably with a Prince who isn’t. Though maybe that’s not the lesson of the story you’re telling. 🙂

  2. RichStine says:

    So I had some issues about just how to approach this one.
    Clearly, whatever the reason the poor thing is left ‘dead in the water’ so-to-speak, first inclination upon seeing this, is hardly merry. Not for me, anyway (who tends too much to lean toward the decisively macabre, suspicious, and downright weird. I know. I know. Working on that.)
    So irony came into play, and it was nice to know that however stuck she once was, she managed to realize her power, and good fortune she had the sense to make her own way, and her own friends (animals are better friends than other people. And usually, they are better friends to us, than us, to them. Sadly.)
    Anyway, The Story is really about…you…and other readers who stop by to take a peek. It is whatever it is, to YOU. (I am quite aware of the fact that sometimes my stories, well, suck big-time.)
    But thanks for reading The Story’s Stories, and taking the journey with me.

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