‘I don’t want to be plastered on the side of a building or shoved onto the middle of a roundabout as a bronze statue…’ Beryl wailed in despair, smoothing down the right side of her long blonde hair. ‘I’m a character of decorum. I need to be etched in diamond or turned into a constellation.’ She started on the left side of her hair.
Her nameless agent looked beyond Beryl and through the window behind her, at the view of the city below. ‘But Beryl, you aren’t that kind of character. I agree, you aren’t building or statue level, but you’re certainly not diamond or star quality.’
Beryl glared.
‘Not meaning to be rude,’ the agent brought her attention back to her client, ‘no, I think maybe a poster or ceramic mug.’
‘A poster or ceramic…’ Beryl could no longer speak. Such insolence. With her right index finger, she pointed towards the agent and, in the air, drew out the shape of a rectangle. Each time she drew a line, a bright trail of sparking energy appeared. Up and down, left and right, she went, mesmerising the agent.
The agent found herself being drawn into the powerful vortex created by Beryl, unable to do anything to stop it. In a few seconds, the rectangle became a rolled sheet of paper and flopped down onto the desk.
‘Now look what you’ve made me do,’ Beryl moaned, ‘I’ve turned you into the poster… and I now need a new agent.’
Posted for The Unicorn Challenge. A magical challenge hosted by Jenne Gray and C E Ayr. The aim is to write up to 250 words, taking inspiration from the challenge’s prompt photograph. Beryl last appeared here, and before that, here.
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