Simi with scared eyes looked at the pair of mannequins–Mr. Sommer, a man in his mid-forties, and his little daughter, Lina, she was not more than ten years.
“Mrs. Sommer…will you now stand as it was in the painting…” Simi train of thoughts derailed by her photographer cum husband Subho’s voice.
“The innkeeper was saying it was the murder scene of them…” she pointed at the figures.
“I know…hold it…this docu-drama will change our life, you know…many knows of Mata Hari, but, no one knows of Mrs. Sommer…chin up…look behind…who’s that…behind you…”
In response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (03/28/2017)