Trilby – Friday Fictioneers

Here is this week’s entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Here are the rules: Use the photo as inspiration, write a hundred(ish) words – and share! Here goes my offering for this week – and I welcome your comments again!

Copyright John Nixon

Copyright John Nixon

– Trilby –

“He got so angry when I couldn’t sing in tune. He said I’d lost him the gift of trance, sir.”

“Trance? Who do these legs belong to, exactly?”

“You don’t recognise me, not all dolled up, sir?”

“Miss Trilby?”

“Yes, sir, if you please.” She fluttered her eyes – faint echoes of her stage presence. A tear slid down her cheek. “I didn’t mean to, sir. I just snapped, sir. He’s such a scary man, Mr Svengali.”

I patted her on the shoulder. “I think you mean ‘was’, Miss Trilby.”

Her answering smile haunts me, even now.


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