Last Night's Review

A short story about an actress waiting for a review. For more of my writing, go to andrewhenleywriting.wordpress.com

Sophie woke up slowly. Leftover mascara had welded her eyelids together. It required a strain to open them up to world. Last night’s performance had drained her, but it was worth it. Spectacular. She showered and combed her light brown hair, then made herself a cup of three sugar coffee. After that, Sophie was awake enough to leave the house. She dressed in sweats and modest makeup to go to the newsagents. She needed to read the reviews from last night. It was glorious. It had to have made the papers.

 

At the newsagents Sophie bought a copy of the local paper and �" hoping �" a couple of the nationals. She impulse bought strawberry chewing gum at the till. As she walked home, she squeezed every molecule of flavour out of the stick of strawberry between her teeth. It was exhausted by the time she sat down on the sofa with the papers. No mention of it in the nationals. Next time would have to be bigger. Better. Bolder. Something that would go down in cult folklore. Make her a legend. Icon. Sophie was front page of the local paper again. ‘Another local policeman murdered’.