50 Word Thursday – The Price of Fame

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and the words:

“Casting a desperate glance over her shoulder Felicity pursed her lips as the sound of running feet advised that they were still in hot pursuit.”   – Misfire – Deb Whittam.

 

The Price of Fame

Casting a desperate glance over her shoulder Felicity pursed her lips as the sound of running feet advised that they were still in hot pursuit.

As she ran out of the Oasis Hotel and down to the beach, still wearing her high stiletto heels, her staunch and screaming admirers followed.

Kicking off the heels and hiking up her skirts she ran across the sand to make her escape.

It had taken a while to perfect her act but with the passage of time, she had now achieved stardom and a decent wage. However, this mob of fans and autograph hunters that now regularly bothered her every evening after her show was getting her down. If only she could find some private space so she could remove her wig, make-up and sparkly sequinned ballgown and return to being just Kevin Smith rather than Felicity Fawcett, the best drag act in town.

[150 Words]

 

This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday challenge, this week hosted by Deb Whittam of the Blog Twenty Four, click on the link below:

https://debbiewhittam.wordpress.com/2019/11/22/50-word-thursday-47/

 

I have also included the following word prompts:

 

FOWC with Fandango — Wage

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/11/26/oasis/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/11/26/rdp-tuesday-passage-2/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/11/26/your-daily-word-prompt-staunch-november-26-2019/

 

Lunchtime at the Oasis – Flash Fiction

The Canteen loomed before him like an oasis in the desert.

His stomach rumbled noisily, his supervisor ahead of him looked at him and laughed.

He’d been on a strict diet for days and quite honestly he could have eaten the whole canteen, including the stainless steel worktops.

As he stood in the lunch queue, he waited patiently for the line to move.

Then it was his turn and the lady behind the counter, looking glamorous in her hairnet and bright green apron, leaned over and said “What’ll it be, then? Come on, I haven’t got all day, you know.”

He took a deep breath and suddenly the button on the front of his trousers pinged across the room and landed in someone’s cup of tea.

Embarrassed he replied, “Just soup for me please.”

 

 

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/09/13/rdp-thursday-oasis/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/09/13/three-things-challenge-13-sept-2018/

Today’s things are: canteen, lunch, soup