I was walking down the bare pavements of The Hollywood boulevard ,It was quiet today the rain drizzled silently on my pastel pink umbrella .I stared at the gloomy sky it matched my entire mood.
In the past two months I had witnessed the worst.I had lost all the things that mattered the most to me .I lost the people who meant the most to me. I lost my fame.Now I was just a washed up actor ,who my friends I use to drink with every Saturday evening barely glance at as they pass me on the city streets.
That quiet evening I stared at the tv in a local bakery .I stared deeply at the glimmering face of our president who was shotten earlier this week.
Kevin J conerly.A tear drizzling down my pale face.I knew more about the man in the photo then any other living being who walked the earth .He shattered my life in bitty pieces ,and it all started with a simple "Hello."
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Americas chess game.
Historical FictionSneak peek of my new short novel .✨ Inspired by the Kennedy's rise to fame and the events following after.
