Michelle’s high heel shoes clacked on the tile as she paced up and down the hall.
“Sit down. Just watching you is making me nervous,” Patrice said. She sat on one of the black metal folding chairs that lined the hallway, clutching her purse in her lap.
“I can’t,” Michelle said. “Pacing is the only thing keeping me sane.” [Read more…] about The Audition (Flash Fiction Challenge)