Flash Fiction – 10/09/2015

Another cameo. Jefferson didn’t know if he should be happy, or disappointed. His agent had booked him for his third cameo this month. “Don’t be proud, boy. Just because it’s a movie about faggots, you don’t have to be one, just act all loose and shit.” He thought about punching the bastard. Unfortunately, bigot or not, Davis was his only hope to make it big.
Now, reading the manuscript, Jefferson felt his character’s pain. He’d need to walk behind a secondary actor, rest his hand and jaw over the man’s shoulder— pretending to comfort his lover after his mother’s death.


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