Diva
Climbing onto the parapet, Madeline reflected on why she was there, late at night, hungry, cold and alone, on the bridge and in life. No-one would miss her, no-one would care and no-one could replace the man, her man, who was cruelly cut down in his prime, thus removing her reason to live. Who could or would tolerate her massive mood swings, her lack of sensitivity or her phenomenal vocal talent? The death of the diva would be her ultimate tour de force. What a shame therefore when her fall was broken by the protective netting beneath.
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Rodindeadpan about 9 years ago
Welcome Neville to drablr.
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Neville Hunt about 9 years ago
Thanks Rod. I'm loving it. They're short enough to be an occasional reward, like a KitKat, but not too long as to be a serious distraction.
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Olga Klezovitch about 9 years ago
Liked the part about the "phenomenal vocal talent"! Its funny that your Madeline does recognize that she is not perfect (mood swings, lack of sensitivity etc.) but she is so oblivious about her vocal talent. Nice drabble and welcome.
PS. Thanks for all your nice comments about my own little creations... -
Neville Hunt about 9 years ago
Olga, you're very welcome. You have real talent for neat, well-constructed tales with great endings.
