PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
I woke up in a dressing room. Frenzied prep permeated. Behind my seat was a make-up person.
“Where am I? What’s going on?”
The gentleman dusting my cheeks with powder smiled and nodded in the mirror.
Preparation complete, I and the rest of the players were pointed towards the stage.
In the wings, a tall androgynous figure in a choir gown smiled and spoke to us, “Do your best.”
We found ourselves on stage, under bright hot lights, in front of a waiting audience.
The Emcee said, “Here’s the new crop of Heaven wannabes.”
Then: “You may begin.”
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the nurturing host of Friday Fictioneers.