Finding Gene Kelly

by Torie Jean

It’s becoming progressively harder to keep singing through the rain, and the sun has been noticeably absent from my heart for some time, but just like Gene pushed his way through his most iconic dance routine with a 103 fever and a smile plastered on his face, I keep pushing through too.

Dorian Gray’s black magic finally caught up to him.

“Your willingness to go all Dorothy on their ass is noted and appreciated.” I snort.

“Okay, first off, hate is too strong a word to describe my feelings towards anything Audrey Hepburn. I love ninety-eight percent of that movie, in fact. I dislike the ending because I’m a happily ever after or get the fuck out kind of gal with my fiction.”

“Life sucks hard most of the time. Let me escape into a promised land where everything works out in the end.”

I slump in my chair. “It’s five in the morning her time, and she’s already chosen passive-aggressive violence,” I mumble.