The stranger started appearing backstage as if from nowhere to greet the reciter after her show was over. He never spoke a word. His eloquent silence said it all.
The books she often quoted from, particularly the sad musings on love were Withering Heights and Remains of the Day. She never tired of practicing her craft, muttering even when out on the street, always alone. “Why can’t I ever see this man in the hall”, she wondered.
The house was full on Valentine’s Day. Suddenly her eyes found him in the auditorium. For the first time, the lines escaped her.
The books she often quoted from, particularly the sad musings on love were Withering Heights and Remains of the Day. She never tired of practicing her craft, muttering even when out on the street, always alone. “Why can’t I ever see this man in the hall”, she wondered.
The house was full on Valentine’s Day. Suddenly her eyes found him in the auditorium. For the first time, the lines escaped her.
