Perfect WeatherA Story by Weston R. 55 fiction “Thank you. We'll let you know,” the director mumbles, bored.
“No. No! I worked so hard. Give me another shot!”
“I think I've seen all I need. Thank you.”
The dancer stomps her feet and shuffles offstage. It's raining when she leaves: perfect weather for her as the tears begin to flow. © 2012 Weston R.Author's Note
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