A Short Story by S.M. Cerff
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The cheering grows louder as she puts down
the blusher on her dressing table. Humming, she brings the metronome to a halt.
An old wrinkly reflection stares back at her. She exhales a deep breath and
exits her dressing room decorated with red, pink and white roses.
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The roaring increases as she approaches
the stage. Her silky golden dress delicately follows her, gliding elegantly with
every step she takes. The lights are blinding her, men and women are whistling,
cheering and flowers are neatly thrown at her feet. The lights create a silhouette
of her as she takes her final bow.
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Everything goes silent except the sound of
one hand clapping. The crowd disappear together with the delicate
flowers on the stage. The silky dress transforms to an old knitted black coat. In
the distance she sees one man smilingly looking at her. Blushingly, she
cripples off the stage and slams the backstage door shut.
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