“The Magnificent Mr. Maurice”
Author’s Note: This is a Take Ten to Write story and has not been proofread for errors. If I feel inspired or if there’s interest in the story, I’ll post a revised, edited, and extended version at a later date. Happy reading!
Prompt: Write a story titled “The Story of the Magnificent Mr. Maurice”.
“Is there a Mr. Maurice here?”
The room went silent, as everyone knew Mr. Maurice. He was not a celebrity, nor was he royalty or anyone of any real importance. And yet, everyone knew him.
The lights dimmed and flickered, making the room feel eerie even though it was the middle of the day. Only one light remained brightly lit; a candle in the corner of the room. It illuminated the face of a pale man with a long, thin mustache.
The messenger took a shaky step forward. His shoe squeaked on the wooden floor, causing the pale man to scowl.
“A-are you Mr. Maurice?” the messenger asked, his voice barely a whisper.
The pale man turned slowly, raising his narrowed eyes to the messenger. “Mr. Maurice? No, I am not he.”
“Well, do you know where he is?”
The pale man stood, rising to tower above the trembling messenger. Looking down his nose, he uttered a single word.
“Perhaps.”
Final Comments: This one was really hard to write for some reason. The style was definitely different from what I’m used to writing, so that was probably why.
Overall Rating: 😥
