Saturday, November 19, 2011

The end of a dream

This was the dream. To be a professional singer. Bright lights, screaming fans, world tours, fame and fortune. It was now or never. At thirty he was already halfway over the hill.

The auditorium was massive; a sea of faces.

The music started, he sang, the song faded.

There were titters of laughter and a few boos. The panel looked pained.

He stared at his feet hoping the stage would swallow him.


‘Look, Michael, I’ll be straight with you. I’m not saying no, I’m saying never.’

The world faded to a fuzzy haze, the dream dying in public humiliation.

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

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