Picking At The Carcass of a Goddess
a short story
“Don’t do a shot before you go onstage,” she warned me as she taped together a tattered costume. “It will turn into two, then three, then drinks before, then drinks before and after.”
I nodded but I was fascinated by her dressing room, her makeup, her false lashes. She told me she was over and done with, but I saw someone sexy and powerful.