"i don't think i'll be able to make it." her voice is clipped, void of any emotions. her pretty little nose is high up in the c l a u s t r o p h o b i c air.
i cannot control it anymore.
"what happened to you, sheila? yesterday you were making fun of elizabeth and charlemagne, calling her a cougar. and today...?"
"grow up, lola. open your eyes. this industry doesn't need your bambi eyes and sweet little mouth. you've got to put your resources to the best use an—"
a deep voice snatches us from our conversation.
YOU ARE READING
unbridled [completed]
Short Storyu n b r i d l e d : ʌnˈbrʌɪd(ə)ld/ adjective uncontrolled ; unrestrained [ lowercase intended I completed I short story I thriller ] ©smokestung