PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
“You work hard, child. You’ll get there.” Granny’s voice reverberates as I wait out-of-sight in the Great Hall.
Fairy lights shaped into stars sparkle overhead. My white dress glitters.
The strings throb, my cue to advance. Applause greets me followed by a gasp of dismay.
Tonja steps ahead, curtsies. “Si Mi Chiamano Mimi” bursts from her. She clasps her hands, posing angelically. She sings my winsome aria brazenly.
Miss Tosh grasps my wrist, wrenching me into the shadows. Her fierce expression chills.
Amongst her whispered words are: “Lawyers. Restraining order. Police. Prison.”
end 9/26/2016 (2)
S. Darlington
This story was written for the Friday Fictioneers using the above photo prompt to create a 100-word flash fiction. See here for details.
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Interesting story. Why did that person going ahead of her, mean she could need a lawyer or face arrest?
I guess I was too subtle. The narrator is actually the interloper, the trespasser. Thank you for reading! 🙂
Oh I understand now. Thank you 🙂
Had to read it a couple of times to get it, but definitely one of the more interesting takes on the prompt. Good one 🙂
Thank you, Iain. I was about to go all sweet and then had a “Black Swan” moment. I appreciate your reading and commenting!
Dear Sascha,
That story certainly took a dark twist at the end and left me wondering. On that note, welcome to Friday Fictioneers.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you, Rochelle, for reading my piece and for the welcome! I am very happy to have found you all.
I like how this shifts the mood. There’s all sparkly and magical in the beginning and then the dream just crumbles. I got it that the narrator was the intruder.
Thank you for commenting. I really appreciate your reading this piece! 🙂