“It’s the director’s wife’s sister’s husband,” the stagehand said, whispering into the mic of his headset.
“No, it’s the brother of the director’s wife,” a voice answered.
The leading lady begins.
She throws her shawl on the floor
“…a slow caress…”
“She’s off script again,” said the stagehand.
Thud. Her shoes drop to the floor.
“Her lips on mine…,” she fixates on a woman in the front row.
She slides her dress past her waist, exposing her nipples to the air.
“It’s the director’s wife.”
“Fade to black.”
“Not a chance.”
Having been in a few theater productions myself, I think the real drama happens backstage.
I went over a few words, but since some of my words are directional, I hope you’ll allow me a little latitude. (Fixed with Rich’s help. Thanks, Rich!)
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Genre: Humor (100 words)
Copyright – Kent Bonham