“How was it? What did they say?”
“Terrible. They said my timing was off and I lacked polish. How was yours?”
“Disastrous. I thought I had a chance; I got a tipoff from a pal – the casting director’s driver. But they laughed at me – they said they needed a Batmobile with grunt that showed a whole stack of class, not one with a front end loader and a backhoe up its ass. Guess my pal got it wrong.”
“Aw, too bad. Anyway, cheer up. They’re casting a new James Bond movie next week.”
“Yeah, and I hear they’re remaking Mad Max.”
This little piece is my contribution for this week to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers, where each Wednesday a new photo prompt is posted, with the challenge to write a story of 100 words.