…there was a beautiful princess who was to be married to an evil imperialist to seal the annexation of the island kingdom, part of the imperialists’ manifest destiny.
But the princess could not do it, for she loved a village surfer boy. Sadly, on the eve of their planned escape he was captured and killed by the imperialists.
So the princess, dragging her broken heart behind her, went to her favorite spot. Looking over the clouds as tears rolled down her cheeks and prayers dripped from her lips, she spread her arms and soared to freedom.
Annexation proceeded as planned.
This flash fiction story is in response to the Friday Fictioneers weekly photo challenge.