It hadn’t been the career she had hoped for. There were good moments. Just not many. She deserved more.
A lifetime of bad reviews and grimy hotel rooms. At least this would be the last one of those. As the camera continued to record, her final monologue was complete. One farewell performance for her critics.
The stool fell to one side as the rope gripped tightly.
The show was over. Meanwhile the camera continued to film the plastic flowers and the raindrops on the window. Tragically even the last performance would play to an empty house.
She definitely deserved better.
This is my entry in this weeks 100 word writing challenge over at Friday Fictioneers.