Chapter 47: Ceiling
Chris’ Android read 3:42 AM and he was wide awake. He laid in bed watching the scene play out like a movie on the ceiling. Rehearsing the kissing scene with Sara today and he found himself surprisingly aroused. He had to ask for a break for fear someone would notice his trouser tent. Was it a fluke? Or would he need to conjure images of his dead grandmother to make it through the Orlando Fringe run? “So freaking unprofessional,” he whispered. “So unlike me.” He rolled over, put his arm around his boyfriend, and tried to get some sleep.
Storied Orlando is a short-short story project by Scottie Campbell. Each story is 100 words or less. Some of the stories are lovely, some less so, but they all want to be told.