This week’s story is inspired by this photograph provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
The sounds of silk and taffeta swirled around the room in a frenzy of color. The rhythms of Amadeus’ minuet in A major carried her to to a glorious place where no one existed but the two of them. He smiled his most dashing smile and his blue eyes glittered to outshine the stars. The archduke’s hand heated the curve of her back as her slippers slid across the marble floor.
“Vic! Victoria! Are you okay?”
Her eyelids fluttered. A great chandelier and stark white ceiling medallions filled her vision.
“Wha… what happened?”
“Cell phone! Quick! Someone call an ambulance.”