Pictures of the Night
by Adele Geras
When I was a little girl and my father was telling me about
my dead mother, he'd always take me over to the mirror and show
me my own face. The mirror always said the same thing, and I'd
repeat the words silently in my head as I looked at my image in
the glass: 'Hair like the night, skin like the snow, and lips
as red as blood.' As my father used to say to me, 'Your mother
was more beautiful than any actress. And you are just like her.'
That was before my father's second marriage, before Marjorie.
At eighteen, beautiful Bella is singing with a band, performing
in London and abroad in Paris, and falling in love for the first
time. Bella should be having the time of her life, except for one
thing: her jealous stepmother is trying to kill her. Or is she?
Perhaps Bella's accidents at the hands of mysterious women are
only that, accidents. But for the band's final performance, her
stepmother has taken a strange interest in Bella's act, making
Bella fear that this performance may be final in more ways than
Snow White and the Seven Dwarves
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