|Image Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields|
It was the land of dreams, of passion, of hearts that got stomped on mercilessly by stilettos. It was Hollywood, where the impossible happened. Then why was there still a nagging doubt somewhere at the back of her head?
Just a job to support till she landed her first big break, that's what she told herself as she took the job at the strip club.
But ten years later, she stifled a laugh at the star struck eyes on young girls she once saw in her own mirror. Dreams to dust, she muttered and got ready for another long night.
This drabble is written for Friday Fictioneers- 14th November for the above photo prompt.