Olivia Hildebrand drained the bottle of beer. She took a long drag on a cigarette and stubbed it out on her expensive Armani dress.
She tripped, one of her Gucci heels had broken, and landed on the ground. She looked up at the Hollywood sign looming brightly over her.
‘This is how it ends then.’ She stared at her own face. ‘Not even a big enough star for a wax museum anymore.’
Well, it had been an exhilarating ride while it had lasted.
She hurled the head away and watched her younger face smash to pieces on a rock.
Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
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Feature photo – © Richard Lund