by Cat Rambo
It's dark and I'm here alone.
Not entirely dark. My fire casts a tiny wavering circle on the sand. Out in the darkness, I hear waves crashing on the beach.
No stars, of course. They took those away when they disassembled most of the set.
I wonder what he's doing now.
They kept telling us what high ratings his show was getting. All of us bit players should be proud, the producers said. When he couldn't see us, we celebrated, giving each other high fives while we waited for him to appear and pass. When he came into sight, we'd act as we'd been instructed. He wasn't to know that it was a show.
That it wasn't real.