Jane Jago’s Drabbles – Four Hundred and Nine

They were Hollywood’s golden couple,  but celluloid affection rarely translates smoothly to real life. It was another celebrity party and both had drunk enough to make a savage fight unavoidable.

Her voice was lightly vicious. “He’s as anonymous as a Souza march, everyone has heard him – they just can’t remember where.”

“And you, my love, are like the common cold. Everyone has had you.”

She leapt on him with bared teeth. As they hit the floor the gunshot was shockingly loud.

He cradled her briefly to his breast before putting that pistol into his own mouth and pulling the trigger.

©jane jago

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