Keeping the dream alive. (99-word Flash Fiction Contest entry)
|The harsh neon lights coated her skin as she gyrated against the pole. Her mind was somewhere else, thinking of more pleasant things than shoving her naked breasts in a customer's face for a couple of bucks. Most often, she thought of Broadway, and her dream of performing in one of those big, famous stage productions.
Such dreams were also a reminder of just how far away she was, dancing at a Vegas gentlemen's club where the clients were usually anything but.
After the show, she performed her nightly ritual, scouring the papers for auditions... keeping her dream alive.