Candice
16July 7, 2020 by petrujviljoen
Candice, else known as Candida, lowers her head to the rim of the glass. It holds the last champagne. She insisted, as always, on a clean glass, the table wiped.
The Mister, else known as The Mistral, has been and gone not leaving a trace. Not a scent. Not even. No evidence of his having been (with her). Ever.
morning will
break
soon
…………….
Linked to The Sunday Muse #115
petrujviljoen 
There’s a whole novel in this short glimpse, or a 1940s film. I enjoyed this, you shape the phrases so well.
Thanks Jane!
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Reminds me of a book I read where the guy in power had his own private ‘call girl’ – who pretty much had to be ready for anything including stimulating conversation… A bird in a gilded cage.
Spot on Jules. You often are.
My elder age and experience… and observances of human nature. 😉
Yip!
A cool interpretation of the image…..I especially love “morning will break soon.” Thank heaven for mornings!
Thanks!
Love the mood and mystery in this piece
Thank you!
Love the mystery in the Petru! I enjoyed reading it again here. Lovely and love your blog as well!
Thanks!!
“The Mister, else known as The Mistral, has been and gone not leaving a trace. ” — Ooh, nice!
Thanks!
Among other things I suspect. (K)