Hungry spotlights and scavenging flashlights were searching for every indication of a celebrity bulge that could expose an infidelity, Every premiere is a meat-market for tabloid journalism.
Loretta leaned against Tuck’s tuxedo shoulder. It was time to talk, it was time to split and part. Afterwards she thought, after this premiere. She lowered her gaze for the director:
“It will be a blockbuster”, Milton said, “we will go to Cannes together”.
But suddenly spatter-flowers bloomed on Milton’s chest. He fell.
“No need to tell me, we will leave together”
Tuck pressed the hot revolver muzzle against Loretta’s temple.
This week brought me to the drama of celebrities… wonder if these things ever happen.
Friday Fictioneers is a blogging community headed by Director Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Each week we try to find stories in the same picture and present them in 100 words. I will try to visit as many as possible, and I always try to pay a revisit to those that leave a comment.
June 24, 2015