My Name Is Mimi

from-rogerPHOTO 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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9 thoughts on “My Name Is Mimi

  1. 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.

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