by Anna Boughtwood

Sleeping Beauty, feeling the consequences of her clandestine chemistry experiments, was still unconscious on her gurney in the hallway nearly eight hours into her emergency room visit. Impatient, one of the nurses dialed Poison Control. She waited on hold for ten minutes while the operator researched the bathtub Xanax abomination the princess had ingested.

Heeding the Poison Control operator’s advice, she used the hospital’s intercom system to page Prince Charming.

Anna Boughtwood lives just over the Dunn Memorial Bridge across from Albany. Her writing has appeared in Beaver Magazine, Sad Girls Club, BarBar Magazine, and Dipity. She enjoys reading and working on elaborate knitting projects.