It was eerily quiet in the old theatre, which had not been used for several years. I could smell the dust and mold. A bit of daylight shone from a side window – just enough to see the stage. I walked out on it and faced the empty seats. Closing my eyes, I listened for the applause – faint at first, then growing to a thunderous ovation. I saw myself in a glittering red gown, taking a triumphant bow, and catching flowers being tossed to me. I smiled and opened my eyes. It was good. I had been good. Life is good.
Sam Wolf
18/8/2019 04:46:05 am
I liked this. It was short and sweet. Leaves the reader wondering. Comments are closed.
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