I wandered a dark paneled hallway deep within the mansion. Surreal art works were framed and spaced evenly along the walls. A glorious female voice sang heart thrilling music from some undisclosed location. Curious, I pulled a stethoscope from my lab coat and worked it meticulously over walls, floor and ceiling.
The lifting refrains came seemingly from behind Dali’s “Metamorphosis of Narcissus.” Judiciously, I ran my fingers around the frame and brushed a hidden catch. A click sounded, a secret door opened, and my wandering eyes boggled at Susan Boyle delightfully throating enraptured passions while Tiger wielded his eight wood.
This short work of fiction crafted for the Genre Shorties Group prompt: “Show what is behind the secret door." - 100 words