Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wissof-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….
Copyright – The Reclining Gentleman
I don’t know what went wrong, my dear.
I remember you standing there in a pale yellow dress, waiting patiently while I presented my greatest trick to the audience. As you vanished in a cloud of smoke, the last thing I saw was you blowing me the kiss. And then the time for The Prestige* came, but you were gone.
I can forgive you ruining my career…but did you have to break my heart?
These days the birds are the only companions to my jaded soul. How sad that the applause is replaced with the flapping of the wings…
*Each magician’s trick has three parts; The Pledge, where the audience is presented with an ordinary object; The Turn, where the object is turned into something extraordinary; and The Prestige, where the object is brought back.
Inspiration is a dangerous beast, lurking from the shadows, waiting a perfect moment to jump on your back and drag you into unknown. It dragged me far away this week and I barely managed to tie it back by a bird’s feather.