This week’s 100-word story is inspired by this photograph provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
The chandelier’s crystals gleamed like chunks of ice casting their reflections across the ballroom. Miss Strandforth glided down the spiral staircase, looking like a sweet confection at the county fair.
Her frosty blue eyes gleamed as she sought out Randall Cranston across the room. Her smile could melt the polar icecap.
Little do they know the wintry blood that runs in her veins. She’s a girl who gets what she wants. And she wants the same things I do.
Cecilia’s hands folded into tight fists around her canes, remembering the day Clementine Strandforth pushed her down these cold marble stairs.