The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!

Quiet on the Set
by Nadia Corin

His disproportionate head with beady eyes sat atop wide shoulders. Thick of breast with small stick legs to carry his mass, he stared at me as though I were the tragic character in one of his screenplays. Hooked nose looking down upon me dispassionately, his gaze seemed to accuse that my death was stretched beyond its allowed screen time.

A single caw, yet the implication clear: Why won’t you die already…

I’m working on it, Alfred, just gimme a moment. Not everyone can perform on cue!