Her arch rival was dead today.
How she had hated the guts and glory of the woman! Angela owned every art, animal and human being that she chose to love. Angela was admired, envied and widely written about.
For Angela Jackson was made of star material …. She broke records even with her funeral attendance. Fans had thronged in thousands, for a glimpse of the coffin that carried her stately self.
Myra was too busy to attend.. She got drunk, carried out the bust that her sculptor husband had created, and broke it with a vengeance. Her revenge was complete.
Inspired by Friday Fictioneers by Rochelle Wisoff
Coverpic: Liz Young, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff