The Review

Lance was going to confront her. Moments like these presented themselves so rarely that he knew he had to take advantage of it. He'd been longing to confront his critic ever since the review of his book had appeared. And now, here she was, the reviewer herself, at his local bookshop, hosting an evening to promote her own book! What was worse, it was having more success than his.

The indignity!

Lance wasn't usually jealous but there was something about this that really rankled him and there was no getting past it. His therapist had said that he needed to confront his demons in order to get beyond them and she was a living devilish embodiment of everything that was holding him back. His sales had never been great but after her one-star review, they had halted pretty much immediately.

He'd seen her name on a poster. She looked a little different up close but it was her. He'd stared her down so many times on social media, daring himself to troll her in the comments but he'd always chickened out.

He went to the book reading, there early so that he could sit where he wanted. Not front row but somewhere where he could glare. She read beautifully, he had to admit, much to his chagrin, and seemed very nice. He suppressed these feelings of good will, trying to keep his anger alight.

When he went up to her, it was with a copy of his own book. She's bound to say something at such temerity, he thought, but she took it, signed it and passed it back to him with a smile.

Flummoxed, he went to say something but a white-haired dame intervened, thrusting her book at its author and gushing, "I loved it! So thrilling!" and the moment was lost.

Deflated and defeated, he left.

On the way home, he passed the poster again. He had a Sharpie from the signing.

Gleefully, he drew a flamboyant moustache on the features of his nemesis.

Have that! he thought. Balance restored.

He stepped back to admire his artistry and the universe rewarded his rebellion with his foot landing in a very smelly dog turd.

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Not a lot of content here but I do think about the people behind the books I review and I've ventured into a little bit of fantasy too, a projection of myself and my aspirations into my own story. And I'd like to think that if someone did draw a moustache on a poster of me, I would look as surreal and magnificent as Dali, hence the photo.

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