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Flash Fiction by Spyder Darling
Duke had had it.
An award winning actor at New York’s High School of Dramatic arts, four years of well received training at New York’s College of Dramatic arts. Several leading roles in out of town productions of A Chorus Line, Chicago, and Guys and Dolls to name a few.
His future seemed set. It was just a matter of time before that “big break” came and he could quit his day gig waiting tables at The Stardust Diner in the theater district, because he was actually going to be working in the theater, or maybe flying out to Hollywood for a principal role in a major motion picture.
That was four years ago. Four years of replying to casting notices, submitting head-shots, self taping auditions in his sixth floor Hell’s Kitchen studio apartment that cost so much he could barely afford coffee and the butter and milk it took to make a decent box of mac and cheese.
“It doesn’t matter that I’m always hungry,” Duke would tell himself. “Those movie cameras add ten pounds to you. So it’s better to show up skinny anyway.”
But now it was time to stop kidding himself, waiting for a call that just wasn’t coming. So one night after getting…
