She was my last chance…

“She was my last chance.” p.55 The Writer’s Book of Matches: 1001 Prompts to Ignite Your Fiction

I have never wanted something so badly. The fact that she could throw me/us away so easily, like yesterday’s trash; I will admit hurt me to the core of my soul. Why, oh why, did she make me believe that we could be the next best thing?

I was under the impression that we were going to take everyone by surprise and show them all how it is done. I was also very excited at the prospect of having her sit on my lap and delivering the entertaining show for all who had bought tickets to watch.

Unfortunately, in an impulsive move, she chose to “bow out” of the show. Yes, she was my last chance at becoming the only ventriloquist who had a live “doll” to sit upon his knee.

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