A timely flash fiction entry for the latest Janet Reid contest.
Our mission: incorporate
watch
man
total
flim
flam
in a 100-word short story. So I give you "Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-changes."
The persona, flamboyant. Total glam.
Everything about her said, "Watch me!" As she stepped onto
the red carpet, flimsy dress miraculously clinging to her curves, the
tortured journey to this place seemed as far removed as the name she
no longer owned.
Years ago, a thousand lifetimes ago,
she stood tall on the world's biggest stage. The spotlight felt good.
Warm. Then, obscurity came calling and pulled her -- kicking and
screaming -- down its slippery gullet.
But she was back.
This is my night, she thought. Nothing
could ruin it.
Until the question that was perched,
vulture-like, on everyone's lips managed to take flight.
"Hey Caitlyn! Do you miss being a
man?"
