I’ve hired an entourage.
I’m vaguely aware that I’m not a real celebrity, and don’t particularly need an entourage, but I feel like now’s the point in my life where I really ought to have one.
It’s small-scale, for now. Only two people.
One’s my bodyguard. He’s big, bright, highly trained and ever alert. His job is to, no matter what happens, keep me safe.
The other is my assassin. His job is to kill me.
I don’t know for certain if my entourage will make my life better in any concrete way, but it’ll certainly make things more interesting.
Monday, June 7, 2010
Labels: 100 words, Drabble, Entourage, Short story
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