PHOTO PROMPT © Marie Gail Stratford
On the Set
Beating his chest and raising his middle finger in defiance he roared, “You got your movie now I get the girl.”
He cradled the limp cargo in the nest of his elbow and stroked her silken curls; so beautiful, so fragile.
“Put down your weapons and read the contract, Asshats.”
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