Photo credit: Andrew Sutherland
She crossed the ballroom through the buzz, unnoticed. Once she could cause whispers merely by entering. Never beautiful, no, but striking. Daring. Infamous. Her glance could pluck a man from the crowd and draw him like a hook.
She had dipped into society’s pocket too often, squandered her indulgences, used up her shine.
The musicians recognized her, at least. She pulled a viol to her chin, ran the bow over the strings, closed her eyes.
The nearest guests paused, turned. The silence spread through the room.
Wilted body and soul, yet she had gained this. Perspective only fed the passion.
Word count: 100. Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers challenge. Thanks to our fairy blog-mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting, and to fellow FF’er Björn Rudberg for providing the original photo prompt, below. Click here to read the other stories or to add your own.
Photo © Björn Rudberg