Russian Circus

Opera of Words
1 min readOct 1, 2021

She had the brightest red hair
i had ever seen
although, i haven’t ever met a redhead before.
She was writing something,
humming to the music in her ears.
Then, suddenly, she got up and left.
Just like that.
She ran out so fast
and the door slammed so hard
that everybody stared at
the place she had been
only a second ago.
I wondered who she was…
Ekatrina Petrovski, russian acrobat, specialising in the tightrope!
No, it couldn’t be;
what would an acrobat write so intently?
Or maybe…
Vita, the brilliant jazz singer, running late to her next debut!
Surely not;
she didn’t even check the time.
Perhaps…
Briallen Bowell, magician extraordinaire, sketching out her latest trick!
Obviously not;
whyever would she run?
Possibly…
Bianca Crawford, mystery author, running in a search for information!
Makes no sense;
She had her phone, right?
A paper fluttered down from her table: I couldn’t resist.
Kneeling down,
An elaborate sketch, this exact scene.
The same people, rushing about,
The same muffin in front of me.
It was signed, in a scrawling script, Miriam Cantrell.
But of course!

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