After checking through security, Jane stopped to take a deep breath before turning the doorknob and entering the vortex. Caught in a whirlwind of activity, ravenous wolves descended on her while stroking her ego and giving last minute instructions. The air was cool, yet heat rose from her body as her cold hands trembled.
After finding her mark, Jane gazed at the waiting crowd and said, “Live from New York, It’s Saturday Night!”
Earlier this week I posted how blogging is like theater. I feel like Jane every time I press publish. To read “It’s Show Time,” click HERE.
Do you get nervous when you post?
What really makes you sweat?
Other Flash Fiction from the Friday Fictioneers