Sunday Flash (55 Words)
She finishes her ‘Juliet’ and stumbles through backstage mayhem out into traffic. Horns honk. Lights blind, but she knows how to find the Thames. Her performance belongs on the scrapheap, no awards here. Worse. Only humiliation can follow. On the edge of the river, she doesn’t hesitate, knowing only too well, she’s a better “Ophelia.”
Thanks Guilie for reading!!!