Gary reluctantly pulled over for petrol.
He knew the cashier had recognised him, he saw it in her eyes.
Thank God she hadn't asked him for an autograph.
Tomorrow it would be worthless.
Tomorrow his face would be on the front page.
Or worse; it wouldn't.
He wondered if anyone actually cared anymore.
Gary put his foot down, speeding down the motorway.
The radio was on. Gary turned it up loud, drowning out his thoughts.
He swiped at the tears threatening to cascade down his cheek.
Tomorrow everyone would know his record label had dropped him.
It was over. Fuck.
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Drabbles
FanfictionInspired by Ruthie's Drabbles, I thought I'd give it a go myself. Turns out writing only 100 words is really blimmin hard, and whilst I'll try to stick to the word limit, forgive me if I go over it a little! Hope you enjoy! © 2015/2016/2017 GemsTT
