Curtain Call
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Visualize. See yourself in front of the room, comfortable, confident, smiling as you go through the motions…
“Rubbish,” she muttered.
It never works. You can’t deliver a convincing portrayal when your heart isn’t in it. Not really. The words you say are just a script to fool the world into thinking that you actually want to be here.
It’s time for a curtain call and an exit, stage left. But first…one last show.
The first period bell rang and the hallway filled with students heading to classrooms.
This would be the performance of a lifetime.
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Written in response to the December 7 Flash Fiction Challenge at Carrot Ranch Communications.
In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that features a performance. You can interpret what is a performance any way the prompt leads you.
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Wondering if this is a teacher, a single student, or does everyone in school feel this way?
Either way, you’ve got me convinced!
Well, I had something in particular in my head, but I guess I didn’t make that fully clear. However, having lived on both sides of the desk, I can tell you that at some point nearly everyone in school feels that way. 😀
I remember feeling like this …
Me, too.
The hardest performance is the one lacking heart. No matter the script, it will be flat and your character knows this yet is willing to walk through the lines one last time. Great flash, Lisa!
You’re so right, Charli. Sometimes we do what we gotta do.
I still get this feeling. Well written. I think most could relate to this.
Thank you, Irene. And I suspect you’re right that many of us can identify here.