Madison Woods

The story is out.  I wake up to countless unread messages and reporters and paparazzi parked outside my gates.  My publicist and manager are ringing the bell incessantly.  My assistant lets them in.  It isn’t their first time seeing me wild-haired in my pajamas.

“Don’t worry, we’ve got all this under control.”

“Tell us what you need.”

I pause. “I want to walk my dog to the beach.”

We look out the window at the chaos of shoving reporters and flashbulbs, knowing they’ll never be able to give me the one thing I crave – freedom.

For Friday Fictioneers


12 thoughts on “Prisoner

  1. Good job, writing about a person who is not aloud moments to herself to never just do what she likes without everyone watching.

  2. Teeee-RIFFIC! I just got back from Las Vegas and saw Britney Spears there at the swimming pool at the Flamingo hotel where she performs. I’m sure she could relate to that story. 🙂

  3. With so much fame, there’ll be money, and then there are private beaches. This is a type of prison many would gladly trade I guess. Good story.

    1. Lol! I would too. I would come to LA or New York or whatever for work, but I would have a private estate somewhere. There are some that view at as a prison, but it’s sort of a prison of their own creation.

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