July 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




Linked to The Sunday Muse #115

16 thoughts on “Candice

  1. There’s a whole novel in this short glimpse, or a 1940s film. I enjoyed this, you shape the phrases so well.

  2. Jules says:

    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.

  3. Sherry Marr says:

    A cool interpretation of the image…..I especially love “morning will break soon.” Thank heaven for mornings!

  4. Susie Clevenger says:

    Love the mood and mystery in this piece

  5. Carrie V. H. says:

    Love the mystery in the Petru! I enjoyed reading it again here. Lovely and love your blog as well!

  6. qbit says:

    “The Mister, else known as The Mistral, has been and gone not leaving a trace. ” — Ooh, nice!

  7. memadtwo says:

    Among other things I suspect. (K)

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