Fifty Words

Sam writes exactly fifty word stories Monday through Friday.

Aug 21

opening act

Darby waited. His guts were on fire and his hands were damp but he kept smiling in the dark. The curtains stood like comforting pillars. Hello, he whispered into them, smelling the bitter dust there. He heard his name, applause, saw lights! The pillars fell and he began to tap.


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