#roaring20s — Public Fediverse posts
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Step back in time for a roaring ’20s Gin Dinner at Tootles and French in Astoria – QNS https://www.diningandcooking.com/2658352/step-back-in-time-for-a-roaring-20s-gin-dinner-at-tootles-and-french-in-astoria-qns-2/ #1920sAttire #AstoriaEvents #AstoriaNightlife #ChadGoldsmith #CocktailPairingDinner #CommunitySpaceNyc #dinner #DitmarsBlvdRestaurant #FoodAndDrinkEvents #francais #france #French #FrenchDinner #GatsbyEra #GinDinner #GinEva #LiveMusicNyc #LocalGem #NycGinSelection #ProhibitionCocktails #QueensNyRestaurant #QueensPost #Roaring20s #SpeakeasyTheme #TootlesAndFrench #UniqueDiningExperience
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Step back in time for a roaring ’20s Gin Dinner at Tootles and French in Astoria – QNS https://www.diningandcooking.com/2658352/step-back-in-time-for-a-roaring-20s-gin-dinner-at-tootles-and-french-in-astoria-qns-2/ #1920sAttire #AstoriaEvents #AstoriaNightlife #ChadGoldsmith #CocktailPairingDinner #CommunitySpaceNyc #dinner #DitmarsBlvdRestaurant #FoodAndDrinkEvents #francais #france #French #FrenchDinner #GatsbyEra #GinDinner #GinEva #LiveMusicNyc #LocalGem #NycGinSelection #ProhibitionCocktails #QueensNyRestaurant #QueensPost #Roaring20s #SpeakeasyTheme #TootlesAndFrench #UniqueDiningExperience
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Step back in time for a roaring ’20s Gin Dinner at Tootles and French in Astoria – QNS https://www.diningandcooking.com/2658352/step-back-in-time-for-a-roaring-20s-gin-dinner-at-tootles-and-french-in-astoria-qns-2/ #1920sAttire #AstoriaEvents #AstoriaNightlife #ChadGoldsmith #CocktailPairingDinner #CommunitySpaceNyc #dinner #DitmarsBlvdRestaurant #FoodAndDrinkEvents #francais #france #French #FrenchDinner #GatsbyEra #GinDinner #GinEva #LiveMusicNyc #LocalGem #NycGinSelection #ProhibitionCocktails #QueensNyRestaurant #QueensPost #Roaring20s #SpeakeasyTheme #TootlesAndFrench #UniqueDiningExperience
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#Minneapolis seems to become the #HauptstadtderBewegung this century ✊ #roaring20s
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#Minneapolis seems to become the #HauptstadtderBewegung this century ✊ #roaring20s
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#Minneapolis seems to become the #HauptstadtderBewegung this century ✊ #roaring20s
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#Minneapolis seems to become the #HauptstadtderBewegung this century ✊ #roaring20s
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#Minneapolis seems to become the #HauptstadtderBewegung this century ✊ #roaring20s
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A man and his dog, USA, 1920s
https://piefed.social/c/historyphotos/p/1614723/a-man-and-his-dog-usa-1920s
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A man and his dog, USA, 1920s
https://piefed.social/c/historyphotos/p/1614723/a-man-and-his-dog-usa-1920s
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A man and his dog, USA, 1920s
https://piefed.social/c/historyphotos/p/1614723/a-man-and-his-dog-usa-1920s
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.@AntiSocialStudies The 👏🏼 Roaring 👏🏼 20s 👏🏼 were 👏🏼 not 👏🏼 fun 👏🏼I’m sick of the “green light.” I want a red light. Can we please stop. #historyteacher #teacher #history #ushistory #news #politics #whitehouse #1920s #roaring20s #greatgatsby https://youtube.com/shorts/GCJt3fEZGcE?si=64VTeHzNjIjBAuRi via @youtube
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.@AntiSocialStudies The 👏🏼 Roaring 👏🏼 20s 👏🏼 were 👏🏼 not 👏🏼 fun 👏🏼I’m sick of the “green light.” I want a red light. Can we please stop. #historyteacher #teacher #history #ushistory #news #politics #whitehouse #1920s #roaring20s #greatgatsby https://youtube.com/shorts/GCJt3fEZGcE?si=64VTeHzNjIjBAuRi via @youtube
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.@AntiSocialStudies The 👏🏼 Roaring 👏🏼 20s 👏🏼 were 👏🏼 not 👏🏼 fun 👏🏼I’m sick of the “green light.” I want a red light. Can we please stop. #historyteacher #teacher #history #ushistory #news #politics #whitehouse #1920s #roaring20s #greatgatsby https://youtube.com/shorts/GCJt3fEZGcE?si=64VTeHzNjIjBAuRi via @youtube
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.@AntiSocialStudies The 👏🏼 Roaring 👏🏼 20s 👏🏼 were 👏🏼 not 👏🏼 fun 👏🏼I’m sick of the “green light.” I want a red light. Can we please stop. #historyteacher #teacher #history #ushistory #news #politics #whitehouse #1920s #roaring20s #greatgatsby https://youtube.com/shorts/GCJt3fEZGcE?si=64VTeHzNjIjBAuRi via @youtube
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.@AntiSocialStudies The 👏🏼 Roaring 👏🏼 20s 👏🏼 were 👏🏼 not 👏🏼 fun 👏🏼I’m sick of the “green light.” I want a red light. Can we please stop. #historyteacher #teacher #history #ushistory #news #politics #whitehouse #1920s #roaring20s #greatgatsby https://youtube.com/shorts/GCJt3fEZGcE?si=64VTeHzNjIjBAuRi via @youtube
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Gestern hatte ich ne Aufnahme für Mythos World. 20er Jahre in Berlin. Hab mich ein wenig an mein Idol Bette Davis orientiert. Name des Charakters Giesela "Gigi" Goldberg.
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Gestern hatte ich ne Aufnahme für Mythos World. 20er Jahre in Berlin. Hab mich ein wenig an mein Idol Bette Davis orientiert. Name des Charakters Giesela "Gigi" Goldberg.
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Gestern hatte ich ne Aufnahme für Mythos World. 20er Jahre in Berlin. Hab mich ein wenig an mein Idol Bette Davis orientiert. Name des Charakters Giesela "Gigi" Goldberg.
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Step back in time for a roaring ’20s Gin Dinner at Tootles and French in Astoria https://www.diningandcooking.com/2231253/step-back-in-time-for-a-roaring-20s-gin-dinner-at-tootles-and-french-in-astoria-2/ #1920sAttire #AstoriaEvents #AstoriaNightlife #ChadGoldsmith #CocktailPairingDinner #CommunitySpaceNyc #dinner #DitmarsBlvdRestaurant #FoodAndDrinkEvents #francais #france #French #FrenchDinner #GatsbyEra #GinDinner #GinEva #LiveMusicNyc #LocalGem #NycGinSelection #ProhibitionCocktails #QueensNyRestaurant #Roaring20s #SpeakeasyTheme #TootlesAndFrench #UniqueDiningExperience
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Step back in time for a roaring ’20s Gin Dinner at Tootles and French in Astoria https://www.diningandcooking.com/2231253/step-back-in-time-for-a-roaring-20s-gin-dinner-at-tootles-and-french-in-astoria-2/ #1920sAttire #AstoriaEvents #AstoriaNightlife #ChadGoldsmith #CocktailPairingDinner #CommunitySpaceNyc #dinner #DitmarsBlvdRestaurant #FoodAndDrinkEvents #francais #france #French #FrenchDinner #GatsbyEra #GinDinner #GinEva #LiveMusicNyc #LocalGem #NycGinSelection #ProhibitionCocktails #QueensNyRestaurant #Roaring20s #SpeakeasyTheme #TootlesAndFrench #UniqueDiningExperience
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Step back in time for a roaring ’20s Gin Dinner at Tootles and French in Astoria https://www.diningandcooking.com/2231253/step-back-in-time-for-a-roaring-20s-gin-dinner-at-tootles-and-french-in-astoria-2/ #1920sAttire #AstoriaEvents #AstoriaNightlife #ChadGoldsmith #CocktailPairingDinner #CommunitySpaceNyc #dinner #DitmarsBlvdRestaurant #FoodAndDrinkEvents #francais #france #French #FrenchDinner #GatsbyEra #GinDinner #GinEva #LiveMusicNyc #LocalGem #NycGinSelection #ProhibitionCocktails #QueensNyRestaurant #Roaring20s #SpeakeasyTheme #TootlesAndFrench #UniqueDiningExperience
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Step back in time for a roaring ’20s Gin Dinner at Tootles and French in Astoria https://www.diningandcooking.com/2230871/step-back-in-time-for-a-roaring-20s-gin-dinner-at-tootles-and-french-in-astoria/ #1920sAttire #AstoriaEvents #AstoriaNightlife #ChadGoldsmith #CocktailPairingDinner #CommunitySpaceNyc #dinner #DitmarsBlvdRestaurant #FoodAndDrinkEvents #francais #france #French #FrenchDinner #GatsbyEra #GinDinner #GinEva #LiveMusicNyc #LocalGem #NycGinSelection #ProhibitionCocktails #QueensNyRestaurant #Roaring20s #SpeakeasyTheme #TootlesAndFrench #UniqueDiningExperience
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Step back in time for a roaring ’20s Gin Dinner at Tootles and French in Astoria https://www.diningandcooking.com/2230871/step-back-in-time-for-a-roaring-20s-gin-dinner-at-tootles-and-french-in-astoria/ #1920sAttire #AstoriaEvents #AstoriaNightlife #ChadGoldsmith #CocktailPairingDinner #CommunitySpaceNyc #dinner #DitmarsBlvdRestaurant #FoodAndDrinkEvents #francais #france #French #FrenchDinner #GatsbyEra #GinDinner #GinEva #LiveMusicNyc #LocalGem #NycGinSelection #ProhibitionCocktails #QueensNyRestaurant #Roaring20s #SpeakeasyTheme #TootlesAndFrench #UniqueDiningExperience
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Step back in time for a roaring ’20s Gin Dinner at Tootles and French in Astoria https://www.diningandcooking.com/2230871/step-back-in-time-for-a-roaring-20s-gin-dinner-at-tootles-and-french-in-astoria/ #1920sAttire #AstoriaEvents #AstoriaNightlife #ChadGoldsmith #CocktailPairingDinner #CommunitySpaceNyc #dinner #DitmarsBlvdRestaurant #FoodAndDrinkEvents #francais #france #French #FrenchDinner #GatsbyEra #GinDinner #GinEva #LiveMusicNyc #LocalGem #NycGinSelection #ProhibitionCocktails #QueensNyRestaurant #Roaring20s #SpeakeasyTheme #TootlesAndFrench #UniqueDiningExperience
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#TimeTravelingGhost Part 16: Names
#TimeTravelAuthors 06/29
Once out in the hall, Countess turned to me. “You have been a delightful companion. Thank you ever so much…” She paused. “Mademoiselle Bijou.”
Was there a hint of mockery there? I was unsure.
“But now, we must part ways,” she continued. “These days, I dine alone. I do hope that doesn’t disappoint you.”
Not at all. I welcomed the parting. That was when I decided: I didn’t like this woman. Not that I regretted meeting her. After all, she had introduced me to Mademoiselle Baker, but I could do without her future company.
“Comtesse? May I know your full name?” Parting made the question feel safe.
“But of course. I am presently la princesse Ghika. Here at the Folies, I am la comtesse de Pougy—or simply Pougy, to friends.”
She laid her ungloved hand on my arm; it was soft and warm—unexpectedly human. With her other hand, she drew back her veil, revealing a matronly face: no longer young, but not yet old.
“Until we meet again, Mademoiselle Luminelle Bijou.” And this time, the mockery was unmistakable.
Her veil dropped. I thought I heard, “or even Elizabeth.” But perhaps I imagined it.
So—where next?
#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMTTA #NMMP #CountessElizabethBáthory #Roaring20s
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#TimeTravelingGhost Part 16: Names
#TimeTravelAuthors 06/29
Once out in the hall, Countess turned to me. “You have been a delightful companion. Thank you ever so much…” She paused. “Mademoiselle Bijou.”
Was there a hint of mockery there? I was unsure.
“But now, we must part ways,” she continued. “These days, I dine alone. I do hope that doesn’t disappoint you.”
Not at all. I welcomed the parting. That was when I decided: I didn’t like this woman. Not that I regretted meeting her. After all, she had introduced me to Mademoiselle Baker, but I could do without her future company.
“Comtesse? May I know your full name?” Parting made the question feel safe.
“But of course. I am presently la princesse Ghika. Here at the Folies, I am la comtesse de Pougy—or simply Pougy, to friends.”
She laid her ungloved hand on my arm; it was soft and warm—unexpectedly human. With her other hand, she drew back her veil, revealing a matronly face: no longer young, but not yet old.
“Until we meet again, Mademoiselle Luminelle Bijou.” And this time, the mockery was unmistakable.
Her veil dropped. I thought I heard, “or even Elizabeth.” But perhaps I imagined it.
So—where next?
#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMTTA #NMMP #CountessElizabethBáthory #Roaring20s
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#TimeTravelingGhost Part 16: Names
#TimeTravelAuthors 06/29
Once out in the hall, Countess turned to me. “You have been a delightful companion. Thank you ever so much…” She paused. “Mademoiselle Bijou.”
Was there a hint of mockery there? I was unsure.
“But now, we must part ways,” she continued. “These days, I dine alone. I do hope that doesn’t disappoint you.”
Not at all. I welcomed the parting. That was when I decided: I didn’t like this woman. Not that I regretted meeting her. After all, she had introduced me to Mademoiselle Baker, but I could do without her future company.
“Comtesse? May I know your full name?” Parting made the question feel safe.
“But of course. I am presently la princesse Ghika. Here at the Folies, I am la comtesse de Pougy—or simply Pougy, to friends.”
She laid her ungloved hand on my arm; it was soft and warm—unexpectedly human. With her other hand, she drew back her veil, revealing a matronly face: no longer young, but not yet old.
“Until we meet again, Mademoiselle Luminelle Bijou.” And this time, the mockery was unmistakable.
Her veil dropped. I thought I heard, “or even Elizabeth.” But perhaps I imagined it.
So—where next?
#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMTTA #NMMP #CountessElizabethBáthory #Roaring20s
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#TimeTravelingGhost Part 16: Names
#TimeTravelAuthors 06/29
Once out in the hall, Countess turned to me. “You have been a delightful companion. Thank you ever so much…” She paused. “Mademoiselle Bijou.”
Was there a hint of mockery there? I was unsure.
“But now, we must part ways,” she continued. “These days, I dine alone. I do hope that doesn’t disappoint you.”
Not at all. I welcomed the parting. That was when I decided: I didn’t like this woman. Not that I regretted meeting her. After all, she had introduced me to Mademoiselle Baker, but I could do without her future company.
“Comtesse? May I know your full name?” Parting made the question feel safe.
“But of course. I am presently la princesse Ghika. Here at the Folies, I am la comtesse de Pougy—or simply Pougy, to friends.”
She laid her ungloved hand on my arm; it was soft and warm—unexpectedly human. With her other hand, she drew back her veil, revealing a matronly face: no longer young, but not yet old.
“Until we meet again, Mademoiselle Luminelle Bijou.” And this time, the mockery was unmistakable.
Her veil dropped. I thought I heard, “or even Elizabeth.” But perhaps I imagined it.
So—where next?
#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMTTA #NMMP #CountessElizabethBáthory #Roaring20s
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#TimeTravelingGhost Part 16: Names
#TimeTravelAuthors 06/29
Once out in the hall, Countess turned to me. “You have been a delightful companion. Thank you ever so much…” She paused. “Mademoiselle Bijou.”
Was there a hint of mockery there? I was unsure.
“But now, we must part ways,” she continued. “These days, I dine alone. I do hope that doesn’t disappoint you.”
Not at all. I welcomed the parting. That was when I decided: I didn’t like this woman. Not that I regretted meeting her. After all, she had introduced me to Mademoiselle Baker, but I could do without her future company.
“Comtesse? May I know your full name?” Parting made the question feel safe.
“But of course. I am presently la princesse Ghika. Here at the Folies, I am la comtesse de Pougy—or simply Pougy, to friends.”
She laid her ungloved hand on my arm; it was soft and warm—unexpectedly human. With her other hand, she drew back her veil, revealing a matronly face: no longer young, but not yet old.
“Until we meet again, Mademoiselle Luminelle Bijou.” And this time, the mockery was unmistakable.
Her veil dropped. I thought I heard, “or even Elizabeth.” But perhaps I imagined it.
So—where next?
#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMTTA #NMMP #CountessElizabethBáthory #Roaring20s
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#TimeTravelingGhost Part 15B: Luminelle Bijou
#TimeTravelAuthors 06/27 #WSS366 #MastoPrompt 06/28
“Mademoiselle, she is asking your name,” Countess said.
“Who was she, Countess Elizabeth Báthory? Countess Mircalla Karnstein? Marguerite Chopin? Countess? Comtesse de Pougy turned? All, some?” The names tumbled through my head.
Still puzzling over her identity, I began, “My name, I—I don’t know what…” I caught myself. I had meant to say, “I don’t know what your real name is, Countess?” But that wouldn’t do. How could I #trust that some evil might not befall me if she sensed I suspected?
My tone turned #querulous. “My name? I don’t think I have one. Mademoiselle Baker, you would honor me if you gave me one. I’d always remember your dance—and your face—whenever someone called it.”
The Countess clapped silently, fingers fluttering like moths, and exclaimed, “Charming. Quite charming. So romantic.”
Josephine touched a finger to her chin, as if pointing to the dimple in her cheek. She tilted her head, thoughtful, then smiled. “Luminelle Bijou,” she said. “Mademoiselle Luminelle Bijou. My radiant jewel. A fan I shall always remember.”
At that moment, there was a light knock at the door, followed by the doorman’s voice. “Mademoiselle Baker, a Monsieur La Rothchild is here to see you. He has some magnificent flowers.”
Josephine brought her palms together with a theatrical sigh. “Please excuse me. I must see this important person. But I am happy you came, Comtesse, and I was delighted to meet you, Mademoiselle Bijou.”
#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMTTA #NMV366 #NMMP #JosephineBaker #CountessElizabethBáthory #Roaring20s
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#TimeTravelingGhost Part 15B: Luminelle Bijou
#TimeTravelAuthors 06/27 #WSS366 #MastoPrompt 06/28
“Mademoiselle, she is asking your name,” Countess said.
“Who was she, Countess Elizabeth Báthory? Countess Mircalla Karnstein? Marguerite Chopin? Countess? Comtesse de Pougy turned? All, some?” The names tumbled through my head.
Still puzzling over her identity, I began, “My name, I—I don’t know what…” I caught myself. I had meant to say, “I don’t know what your real name is, Countess?” But that wouldn’t do. How could I #trust that some evil might not befall me if she sensed I suspected?
My tone turned #querulous. “My name? I don’t think I have one. Mademoiselle Baker, you would honor me if you gave me one. I’d always remember your dance—and your face—whenever someone called it.”
The Countess clapped silently, fingers fluttering like moths, and exclaimed, “Charming. Quite charming. So romantic.”
Josephine touched a finger to her chin, as if pointing to the dimple in her cheek. She tilted her head, thoughtful, then smiled. “Luminelle Bijou,” she said. “Mademoiselle Luminelle Bijou. My radiant jewel. A fan I shall always remember.”
At that moment, there was a light knock at the door, followed by the doorman’s voice. “Mademoiselle Baker, a Monsieur La Rothchild is here to see you. He has some magnificent flowers.”
Josephine brought her palms together with a theatrical sigh. “Please excuse me. I must see this important person. But I am happy you came, Comtesse, and I was delighted to meet you, Mademoiselle Bijou.”
#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMTTA #NMV366 #NMMP #JosephineBaker #CountessElizabethBáthory #Roaring20s
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#TimeTravelingGhost Part 15B: Luminelle Bijou
#TimeTravelAuthors 06/27 #WSS366 #MastoPrompt 06/28
“Mademoiselle, she is asking your name,” Countess said.
“Who was she, Countess Elizabeth Báthory? Countess Mircalla Karnstein? Marguerite Chopin? Countess? Comtesse de Pougy turned? All, some?” The names tumbled through my head.
Still puzzling over her identity, I began, “My name, I—I don’t know what…” I caught myself. I had meant to say, “I don’t know what your real name is, Countess?” But that wouldn’t do. How could I #trust that some evil might not befall me if she sensed I suspected?
My tone turned #querulous. “My name? I don’t think I have one. Mademoiselle Baker, you would honor me if you gave me one. I’d always remember your dance—and your face—whenever someone called it.”
The Countess clapped silently, fingers fluttering like moths, and exclaimed, “Charming. Quite charming. So romantic.”
Josephine touched a finger to her chin, as if pointing to the dimple in her cheek. She tilted her head, thoughtful, then smiled. “Luminelle Bijou,” she said. “Mademoiselle Luminelle Bijou. My radiant jewel. A fan I shall always remember.”
At that moment, there was a light knock at the door, followed by the doorman’s voice. “Mademoiselle Baker, a Monsieur La Rothchild is here to see you. He has some magnificent flowers.”
Josephine brought her palms together with a theatrical sigh. “Please excuse me. I must see this important person. But I am happy you came, Comtesse, and I was delighted to meet you, Mademoiselle Bijou.”
#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMTTA #NMV366 #NMMP #JosephineBaker #CountessElizabethBáthory #Roaring20s
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#TimeTravelingGhost Part 15B: Luminelle Bijou
#TimeTravelAuthors 06/27 #WSS366 #MastoPrompt 06/28
“Mademoiselle, she is asking your name,” Countess said.
“Who was she, Countess Elizabeth Báthory? Countess Mircalla Karnstein? Marguerite Chopin? Countess? Comtesse de Pougy turned? All, some?” The names tumbled through my head.
Still puzzling over her identity, I began, “My name, I—I don’t know what…” I caught myself. I had meant to say, “I don’t know what your real name is, Countess?” But that wouldn’t do. How could I #trust that some evil might not befall me if she sensed I suspected?
My tone turned #querulous. “My name? I don’t think I have one. Mademoiselle Baker, you would honor me if you gave me one. I’d always remember your dance—and your face—whenever someone called it.”
The Countess clapped silently, fingers fluttering like moths, and exclaimed, “Charming. Quite charming. So romantic.”
Josephine touched a finger to her chin, as if pointing to the dimple in her cheek. She tilted her head, thoughtful, then smiled. “Luminelle Bijou,” she said. “Mademoiselle Luminelle Bijou. My radiant jewel. A fan I shall always remember.”
At that moment, there was a light knock at the door, followed by the doorman’s voice. “Mademoiselle Baker, a Monsieur La Rothchild is here to see you. He has some magnificent flowers.”
Josephine brought her palms together with a theatrical sigh. “Please excuse me. I must see this important person. But I am happy you came, Comtesse, and I was delighted to meet you, Mademoiselle Bijou.”
#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMTTA #NMV366 #NMMP #JosephineBaker #CountessElizabethBáthory #Roaring20s
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#TimeTravelingGhost Part 15B: Luminelle Bijou
#TimeTravelAuthors 06/27 #WSS366 #MastoPrompt 06/28
“Mademoiselle, she is asking your name,” Countess said.
“Who was she, Countess Elizabeth Báthory? Countess Mircalla Karnstein? Marguerite Chopin? Countess? Comtesse de Pougy turned? All, some?” The names tumbled through my head.
Still puzzling over her identity, I began, “My name, I—I don’t know what…” I caught myself. I had meant to say, “I don’t know what your real name is, Countess?” But that wouldn’t do. How could I #trust that some evil might not befall me if she sensed I suspected?
My tone turned #querulous. “My name? I don’t think I have one. Mademoiselle Baker, you would honor me if you gave me one. I’d always remember your dance—and your face—whenever someone called it.”
The Countess clapped silently, fingers fluttering like moths, and exclaimed, “Charming. Quite charming. So romantic.”
Josephine touched a finger to her chin, as if pointing to the dimple in her cheek. She tilted her head, thoughtful, then smiled. “Luminelle Bijou,” she said. “Mademoiselle Luminelle Bijou. My radiant jewel. A fan I shall always remember.”
At that moment, there was a light knock at the door, followed by the doorman’s voice. “Mademoiselle Baker, a Monsieur La Rothchild is here to see you. He has some magnificent flowers.”
Josephine brought her palms together with a theatrical sigh. “Please excuse me. I must see this important person. But I am happy you came, Comtesse, and I was delighted to meet you, Mademoiselle Bijou.”
#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMTTA #NMV366 #NMMP #JosephineBaker #CountessElizabethBáthory #Roaring20s
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#TimeTravelingGhost Part 15A: Luminelle Bijou
#TimeTravelAuthors 06/27 #WSS366 #MastoPrompt 06/28
Countess—Comtesse? Duchesse?—waved for me to open Josephine Baker’s dressing room. Her gloved hand moved with languid grace, a silent reminder of who held the upper hand.
I glanced at her other hand to reassure myself of my memory. Indeed, oddly, a pale hand showed below the red sleeve of her dress. The absence of a glove could hardly be accidental, but I was unsure of the meaning.
My knock was greeted with, “Entrée.” We entered, finding Mademoiselle Baker #fanning herself before a large mirror. Cosmetics fanned across the vanity in a delta of disorder.
“Comtesse de Pougy, I was expecting you.” Mademoiselle Baker’s French had a heavy American accent. She then gave me a quizzical look. “Your friend’s a vampire, no?”
Countess replied, “A ghost. I didn’t get her name. She is a big fan. She was delightful to watch as you performed. Eyes so big, mouth so wide. Ah, to be young again.”
I was unsure about her comment. “Mouth so wide” didn’t sound like a compliment. And now that she brought it up, I wondered what my name was. “Time Traveling Ghost” and “Ghost” weren’t real names but descriptions. Instead of asking either of those, I asked a third question. “Mademoiselle Baker, how did you know I was dead?”
She tapped the mirror with the fan she had been using. “Your reflection, Mademoiselle Ghost—what may I call you?”
I looked in the mirror. Indeed, the mirror didn’t reflect me. But what caught my eye was Countess' ungloved hand. Not the ungloved hand itself, but its absence. There were red velvet sleeves, one with a gloved hand and one empty. I glanced back at her, and there was a pale hand where the mirror showed a void.
#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMTTA #NMV366 #NMMP #JosephineBaker #CountessElizabethBáthory #Roaring20s
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#TimeTravelingGhost Part 15A: Luminelle Bijou
#TimeTravelAuthors 06/27 #WSS366 #MastoPrompt 06/28
Countess—Comtesse? Duchesse?—waved for me to open Josephine Baker’s dressing room. Her gloved hand moved with languid grace, a silent reminder of who held the upper hand.
I glanced at her other hand to reassure myself of my memory. Indeed, oddly, a pale hand showed below the red sleeve of her dress. The absence of a glove could hardly be accidental, but I was unsure of the meaning.
My knock was greeted with, “Entrée.” We entered, finding Mademoiselle Baker #fanning herself before a large mirror. Cosmetics fanned across the vanity in a delta of disorder.
“Comtesse de Pougy, I was expecting you.” Mademoiselle Baker’s French had a heavy American accent. She then gave me a quizzical look. “Your friend’s a vampire, no?”
Countess replied, “A ghost. I didn’t get her name. She is a big fan. She was delightful to watch as you performed. Eyes so big, mouth so wide. Ah, to be young again.”
I was unsure about her comment. “Mouth so wide” didn’t sound like a compliment. And now that she brought it up, I wondered what my name was. “Time Traveling Ghost” and “Ghost” weren’t real names but descriptions. Instead of asking either of those, I asked a third question. “Mademoiselle Baker, how did you know I was dead?”
She tapped the mirror with the fan she had been using. “Your reflection, Mademoiselle Ghost—what may I call you?”
I looked in the mirror. Indeed, the mirror didn’t reflect me. But what caught my eye was Countess' ungloved hand. Not the ungloved hand itself, but its absence. There were red velvet sleeves, one with a gloved hand and one empty. I glanced back at her, and there was a pale hand where the mirror showed a void.
#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMTTA #NMV366 #NMMP #JosephineBaker #CountessElizabethBáthory #Roaring20s
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#TimeTravelingGhost Part 15A: Luminelle Bijou
#TimeTravelAuthors 06/27 #WSS366 #MastoPrompt 06/28
Countess—Comtesse? Duchesse?—waved for me to open Josephine Baker’s dressing room. Her gloved hand moved with languid grace, a silent reminder of who held the upper hand.
I glanced at her other hand to reassure myself of my memory. Indeed, oddly, a pale hand showed below the red sleeve of her dress. The absence of a glove could hardly be accidental, but I was unsure of the meaning.
My knock was greeted with, “Entrée.” We entered, finding Mademoiselle Baker #fanning herself before a large mirror. Cosmetics fanned across the vanity in a delta of disorder.
“Comtesse de Pougy, I was expecting you.” Mademoiselle Baker’s French had a heavy American accent. She then gave me a quizzical look. “Your friend’s a vampire, no?”
Countess replied, “A ghost. I didn’t get her name. She is a big fan. She was delightful to watch as you performed. Eyes so big, mouth so wide. Ah, to be young again.”
I was unsure about her comment. “Mouth so wide” didn’t sound like a compliment. And now that she brought it up, I wondered what my name was. “Time Traveling Ghost” and “Ghost” weren’t real names but descriptions. Instead of asking either of those, I asked a third question. “Mademoiselle Baker, how did you know I was dead?”
She tapped the mirror with the fan she had been using. “Your reflection, Mademoiselle Ghost—what may I call you?”
I looked in the mirror. Indeed, the mirror didn’t reflect me. But what caught my eye was Countess' ungloved hand. Not the ungloved hand itself, but its absence. There were red velvet sleeves, one with a gloved hand and one empty. I glanced back at her, and there was a pale hand where the mirror showed a void.
#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMTTA #NMV366 #NMMP #JosephineBaker #CountessElizabethBáthory #Roaring20s
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#TimeTravelingGhost Part 15A: Luminelle Bijou
#TimeTravelAuthors 06/27 #WSS366 #MastoPrompt 06/28
Countess—Comtesse? Duchesse?—waved for me to open Josephine Baker’s dressing room. Her gloved hand moved with languid grace, a silent reminder of who held the upper hand.
I glanced at her other hand to reassure myself of my memory. Indeed, oddly, a pale hand showed below the red sleeve of her dress. The absence of a glove could hardly be accidental, but I was unsure of the meaning.
My knock was greeted with, “Entrée.” We entered, finding Mademoiselle Baker #fanning herself before a large mirror. Cosmetics fanned across the vanity in a delta of disorder.
“Comtesse de Pougy, I was expecting you.” Mademoiselle Baker’s French had a heavy American accent. She then gave me a quizzical look. “Your friend’s a vampire, no?”
Countess replied, “A ghost. I didn’t get her name. She is a big fan. She was delightful to watch as you performed. Eyes so big, mouth so wide. Ah, to be young again.”
I was unsure about her comment. “Mouth so wide” didn’t sound like a compliment. And now that she brought it up, I wondered what my name was. “Time Traveling Ghost” and “Ghost” weren’t real names but descriptions. Instead of asking either of those, I asked a third question. “Mademoiselle Baker, how did you know I was dead?”
She tapped the mirror with the fan she had been using. “Your reflection, Mademoiselle Ghost—what may I call you?”
I looked in the mirror. Indeed, the mirror didn’t reflect me. But what caught my eye was Countess' ungloved hand. Not the ungloved hand itself, but its absence. There were red velvet sleeves, one with a gloved hand and one empty. I glanced back at her, and there was a pale hand where the mirror showed a void.
#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMTTA #NMV366 #NMMP #JosephineBaker #CountessElizabethBáthory #Roaring20s
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#TimeTravelingGhost Part 15A: Luminelle Bijou
#TimeTravelAuthors 06/27 #WSS366 #MastoPrompt 06/28
Countess—Comtesse? Duchesse?—waved for me to open Josephine Baker’s dressing room. Her gloved hand moved with languid grace, a silent reminder of who held the upper hand.
I glanced at her other hand to reassure myself of my memory. Indeed, oddly, a pale hand showed below the red sleeve of her dress. The absence of a glove could hardly be accidental, but I was unsure of the meaning.
My knock was greeted with, “Entrée.” We entered, finding Mademoiselle Baker #fanning herself before a large mirror. Cosmetics fanned across the vanity in a delta of disorder.
“Comtesse de Pougy, I was expecting you.” Mademoiselle Baker’s French had a heavy American accent. She then gave me a quizzical look. “Your friend’s a vampire, no?”
Countess replied, “A ghost. I didn’t get her name. She is a big fan. She was delightful to watch as you performed. Eyes so big, mouth so wide. Ah, to be young again.”
I was unsure about her comment. “Mouth so wide” didn’t sound like a compliment. And now that she brought it up, I wondered what my name was. “Time Traveling Ghost” and “Ghost” weren’t real names but descriptions. Instead of asking either of those, I asked a third question. “Mademoiselle Baker, how did you know I was dead?”
She tapped the mirror with the fan she had been using. “Your reflection, Mademoiselle Ghost—what may I call you?”
I looked in the mirror. Indeed, the mirror didn’t reflect me. But what caught my eye was Countess' ungloved hand. Not the ungloved hand itself, but its absence. There were red velvet sleeves, one with a gloved hand and one empty. I glanced back at her, and there was a pale hand where the mirror showed a void.
#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMTTA #NMV366 #NMMP #JosephineBaker #CountessElizabethBáthory #Roaring20s
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#TimeTravelAuthors 06/28 Balance
#TimeTravelingGhost Part 14Fallen Angel
Josephine’s act ended, and Ghost sat there, stunned. More than the godlike dancing, it was the joy on Mademoiselle Baker’s face—mischievous, radiant, pure puckish abandon—that stayed with Ghost.
“Would you like to meet the goddess in person?” Countess’s voice broke the spell.
A juggler had taken the stage, balancing a plate on their nose while juggling three balls. The shift was as jarring as vaudeville following Shakespeare at the Globe. Ghost nodded, still too dazzled to trust her voice.
Countess drained her Champagne and snubbed her cigarette in the empty glass, where it briefly sizzled. “Shall we go?” she said softly. The veil had fallen again; red gems sparkled where once were crimson lips and pale skin.
She threaded unsteadily through the tables where tipsy revelers sat, pieces of costume strewn around them. Tinsel clung to her like cosmic threads, a fallen star personified, cast down but radiant still. Voices called out her name: La Comtesse de Pougy, La Duchesse de Gramont, even Madame la Comtesse. She nodded to each with gracious indifference, letting every title stand.
“Who was this woman?” Ghost wondered. The veil was only the beginning—a symbol of an identity woven from shadow. Not even her familiars agreed on her name. The dark hints she dropped made her think perhaps she was someone even older and more sinister than any of them realized. Or perhaps they ignored her subtle hints.
“Madame la Comtesse,” the stage doorman greeted us. “Here to see Mademoiselle Baker? This way, she is expecting you.”
“How are the kids, Louis?” Countess’s voice shifted; no trace of Hungarian remained. It rang with the false warmth of a politician: hearty, too familiar.
“Well, Madame. They were grateful for the gifts.”
“Good. Here is the door we can see ourselves in. Tell the wife I say hi.”
The man hurried back to his station, a smile on his face.
The Countess looked after him, and then in her Hungarian-heavy French asked me, “Do you hate kids too?”
She lit one of her black cigarettes, waiting for an answer that never came, and finally added, “Loathsome creatures. On God’s great balance wheel, less than rats.”
Liane de Pougy: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liane_de_Pougy
Élisabeth de Gramont: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%89lisabeth_de_Gramont#MicroFiction #NMPrompts #NMTTA #JosephineBaker #CountessElizabethBáthory #Roaring20s #Lesbian #Sapphic
