Julia was a bit stuck or a prompt this week so she decided it would be, but what is the prompt? Here is my entry.
Cleopatra
Philippa watched her rival adjust the jet black wig she wore for the role. Her role, the one she’d always dreamed of playing. Sybil gave her a snooty, sideways look, before the curtain parted. She took her place at the prow of the mock galleon in the centre of the stage and gathered her thoughts as a hush fell . . .
. . . and gathered her thoughts,
. . . but not her lines.
Philippa sucked in her cheeks as she watched Sybil’s discomfort grow.
‘But what is the prompt Philippa?’ whispered the stage director.
‘I wouldn’t need a prompt,’ she laughed as she walked away.
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Excellent. Two shay. I feel undertones brewing. Ha ha.
I love it Gilly! Great use of the non-prompt!
If only we could all be like that no need of a prompt…. 😉
Philippa needs to watch her back!
I like this Gilly, I hadn’t read yours when I wrote mine. I too chose a stage set for my 100wcgu – seemed apt. I love your final sentence and the rivalry that is apparent.
Hahaha Wicked girl. 🙂
ouch! love it 😀
Brilliant! 😀
Pay back time 🙂
I love this. Full of the back stage drama and the highlights of being in front of the spot light! You capture this so succinctly. A gem!