100 drabble
Has your muse ever had a thought so dark, so macabre that they never dare share it with anyone? Conversely, has anyone ever made a vile threat towards you muse out of anger, frustration, honest to God malice?
Rosie sat backstage. It was Cliff’s birthday, she thought ,and whores or dancers strutted around in just little glittery thongs. Women didn’t bother her but as they started hanging on Brian more and more, the way he smiled at them drove her to anger. She sat quietly watching with a venomous gaze. She hoped they fell and cracked their head on the concrete floor. She wished it with intent so strong it gave her a headache.
Finally she stood and crossed the room. Rosie ignored Brian and shoved the girl off his lap to the floor before proudly strutting away.
Rosie sat backstage. It was Cliff’s birthday, she thought ,and whores or dancers strutted around in just little glittery thongs. Women didn’t bother her but as they started hanging on Brian more and more, the way he smiled at them drove her to anger. She sat quietly watching with a venomous gaze. She hoped they fell and cracked their head on the concrete floor. She wished it with intent so strong it gave her a headache.
Finally she stood and crossed the room. Rosie ignored Brian and shoved the girl off his lap to the floor before proudly strutting away.