Friday Fictioneers for April 4.
The challenge: Write a 100-word story inspired by the photo prompt.
Play along by writing your own, reading others and/or commenting on the flashes we fictioneers create.
My piece weighs in this week at 87 words. (By all accounts, I owed a few back that I borrowed previously.)
I have no stories to tell. I’m just the pretty face in front of the camera. Without the teleprompter, I’d be just another buxom blonde, giggling and flirting my way through life.
That’s what I let them think.
I earned my journalism degree. I’m biding my time. The growing audience on my blog doesn’t know how I look, doesn’t have the impression that physical beauty indicates a low IQ.
When I have enough evidence to leak this story, the network won’t have a leg to stand on.