This is a piece I wrote for #FridayFlash with the letter I as my writing prompt.
She pirouetted through her door.
Sunlight flooded the living room from the skylight overhead. She danced through the rays. Step, step, jump, arms at shoulder length, step, hands above her head, be graceful, turn her head just so.
She stopped on the final pose, and laughed. It was too perfect.
“You got the part,” her husband stated.
Lovely man.
She straightened, smiling up at him. “No.” But she would as soon as full dose of ice worked on her.
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Let’s hope she knows what she’s doing with that in her system.
I have little hope of that. 😦
Ah what a tragedy to turn to drugs but what good writing!! Great to meet you through the challenge!!
Thanks Tammy!
I’d actually never heard the term “ice” before this post… too bad for her.
I have heard it a few times!
That story turned on a hair! Wasn’t expecting the end.
Sophie
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Oh I hope that’s good!
I thought this would be a lovely happy ending but then it turned dark!
Ha! No.
Ah how sad! That she must depend on that for her art 😦
Yeah, it kind is sad and pathetic. Doubt she sees it that way though.
Quite the dark twist at the end! And if she’s happy now….
Who knows? Maybe.
Hello there.
Surprising and sad ending. Thanks for sharing.
Entrepreneurial Goddess
Thanks!
I liked it, it shows the whimsical moments leading up to doing something like that for a lot of people not caring about the aftermath. Very nice:D!
Thanks, glad it worked for you!
I wonder if the husband knows about the ice? I doubt it….
Seems she pays a very big price for her art.