Sunday, July 1, 2018

Never Say...

Black Kite


The countdown started. 10, 9, 8... She closed her eyes and tried to come up with ways to stop it. 7, 6, 5... The place was deserted. She didn't know what to do. 4, 3, 2... It was all over. ONE. Perhaps not. It's not over till the fat lady sings, they say. ZERO. And nothing happened. She opened her eyes and remained sitting. What an anti-climatic moment... The director of the play clapped. She... she just stared at the small candle on the floor. It flickered. Never say I just love this theater company, can I join you guys?

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