Andrea Quinlan is based in Christchurch, New Zealand. She has had poetry published in brief, Gaga Stigmata and Delirious Hem. Her Her blog is The Rainbow Notebook.
1. We/Girls find ourselves in a ballet ghost mystery. All seems to be going well with our new ballet until a series of misfortunes begins. Our tutu is slashed to shreds. We slide over during a dress rehearsal and twist our ankle. We narrowly avoid being crushed by a falling mirror. We hope it won't mean seven years of bad luck. Are these just petty jealousies and coincidences, or is a mysterious opponent out to sabotage our production? We're not sure whether they are a ghostly presence or a flesh and blood fiend, but you can be sure we'll find out by the end of the story. We unmask the traitor and pirouette and fouette to the rapturous applause of our audience. We feel satisfied as we are showered in a waterfall of flowers. We eagerly await our next adventure.