100 word story

Hair and make-up perfected, the drop-dead, gorgeous gown finishing the look, Chris sashayed onto the stage; the audition began. 

Three weeks later, after another gruelling, twelve hour shift at the call-centre, Chris got home to find the letter on the hall table.

Dad was slumped in the armchair, ash all over his vest, empty cans around his feet.

Tears welled up as the words from the headed paper leaped off the page.

“Dear Ms Conner,

Congratulations, The Blue Lagoon would be pleased to welcome you to their show.

Chris loosened his tie and slipped the letter into his jacket pocket.


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