Jess shuffled into the cramped dressing room.
‘What are you still doing here?’
Sally kept her eyes closed, her enormous costume feet propped up on the dresser.
‘I’m calling time on my calling.’
‘You’re skipping the audition?’
‘For evermore.’
‘But … Jess; it was a call back.’
‘There’s nothing worse than having raised hopes dashed.’
‘But it could be your big break.’
‘Panto is Skegness? I’m thirty-three. My job is wearing an oversized cartoon costume to entertain sugar-rush kids. It’s time to enter the real world.’
‘This is the real world.’
‘Is it? Playing make-believe? Dreams don’t pay the rent.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
1 comment:
I like the imagery a lot, Rob. I think part of being an adult is coming to terms with the fact that most reality isn't the stuff of dreams...
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