Greer-adjacent Drabble
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1929
“I’ll have that one,” you say to the seller.
The man hands you a yellow magazine with tasteful red letters announcing its name: Photoplay.
The boy — no the man — who graces its covers stares directly at you with his piercing gray eyes. You’d thought they were blue from the way they looked in the picture you saw last night.
Handing the seller 10 cents you absentmindedly start walking along the sidewalk, flipping through the paper pages.
You get to the page you’re looking for. A Chat with the Star of The Rowboaters!
Tell us Mr. Monroe, or those muscles real or is it good movie magick?
Very real, dear. I was a farm-boy you see, and there’s plenty stacks of hay to throw. Of course, it’s much better to use those skills with the ladies than it is for the farm animals.
Did you always know you wanted to be an actor?
Not at all. My father is very old and my mother is helpless without her children. I was going to do my Christian duty and stay to help my old man.
Thousands of readers want to know: is there a special lady waiting for you at home?
Ha, ha, ha. While I would love to marry and have children of my own one day, however, I’m far too young for that. There is no special lady, yet. But I’m a romantic at heart and I hope to find her. It’d be the cat’s meow if she were reading this right now.
(Author disclaimer: about 90% fabricated)
