There were once two little bobby pins that were tossed onto a table with such force that they slid right off the other end of it. They ended up together in a dark dusty crack between the wall and a carpet stain.
“We will never make it out of here,” said the black bobby pin.
“Surely not,” said the brown.
“We are stuck here for life,” said the black bobby pin.
“Surely we are,” said the brown bobby pin.
They sighed and tried to relax into their uncomfortable and unknown fate.
After several moments of silence, the black bobby pin began to reminisce to pass the time.
“Remember that time when we went with our princess to the prom?”
“Yes. She had a beautiful thick high bun in that time. We worked hard that night.”
“You worked hard. I was on top holding her tiara. No biggie.”
“Remember that time when we went with our princess to the Halloween ball?”
“Yes, we held on to that Cher wig so tight.”
“It didn’t fall off.”
“Surely it didn’t. Not even after all that dancing.”
“Remember that time when we went with our princess to her wedding with the handsome prince?”
“Veil was so beautiful.”
“Then we went to divorce court.”
“That day was a thin low bun.”
“Surely it was.”
The two bobby pins sighed again and fell asleep.
Each day they watched the sunrise and set, hoping their princess would see them stuck where they were and save them from their uncomfortable and unknown fate. They feared the vacuum. They feared the dust that had begun to pile up. They feared the cat’s claw that might separate them forever.
For many, many years they stayed just like that.
Then one day, a little girl came crawling from around the corner of that little table. Her hands moved along the wall with curiosity. She plucked out the two little bobby pins from the crack. The bobby pins noticed her eyes. They were the same color as their princess’s eyes. And the way she smiled at them, the same smile, only smaller. And her hair, oh, the same hair only longer! She brought them to her mother. They fell in the princess’s hands, returned at last. The princess quickly French braided her little girl’s hair and tucked the tail under, securing it with the two little bobby pins. And the little girl ran off with the two little bobby pins who were so happy once again. Surely they were.