Tuesday, 8 January 2008

Prima Ballerina

 A flock of hysterical ballerinas huddled close, trembling.
Stricken stage-crew stood around her body. She lay lifeless in the golden dressing-room light, bloody as her unopened rose bouquet.
The choreographer wept asthmatically - "Someone call the police!"
Despair reigned in the theatre.
But somewhere in the wings, an understudy grinned.

1 comment:

  1. Its amazing what a chill can be driven through your bones with a few sentences...


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