Micro Fiction Monday: Envy

Jealousy can ruin a lot of things. It can destroy a friendship, or tear up a romance from the inside out. If the jealousy is strong enough, it can even rip a hole in a marriage, like a shard of glass slicing through your finger when you try to clean it up.

But if jealousy is a shard, envy is a sharpened knife, poised and ready for attack.

It was the poor man who was envious of the prince—the man who was both rich and handsome, loved and admired by al. The prince knew no hardships, not like the poor man.

So the poor man, who dabbled in magic, cast a spell on him. His beautiful features turned green and slimy, his life destined to be spent in a swamp. He would be unknown. He would be ugly. He would be miserable.

Mere days later, the prince returned, a beautiful princess bride on his arm. The curse was broken, his life now better than ever before.

The poor man, meanwhile, remained poor and alone. Envy may be sharp, but a knife slips easily. More often than not, it only injures the user.

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Until later,

- Justyne