Good Narrative Principles

Sense of Menace


Vivian had to admit that the iced cucumbers were doing nothing for the bags under her eyes. In that brief spa moment she allowed herself before running out, time had slipped away, again. Once more she would be late for an audition.  Once more she would arrive breathless. Distracted. Underneath it all was the sinking feeling that at age 36 a woman has no business breaking into show business. As she ran to catch the bus, she took in the blue sky, the full sweep of the day, trying to calm her gathering sense of doom.

(Photo: Kristina McCoobery)

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