ON STAGE
Cold sunlight glares through the high windows onto the scarred, wooden stage as I walk its length slowly. My old friend the upright just sits there – battered – bruised – silent. No more music. A catch-all now for props from long-abandoned comic skits and love scenes.
Stark shadows punctuate the old, stained backdrop.
My footsteps once brought standing-room only audiences to their feet. Now, they echo across the emptiness.
“Condemned,” the billboard reads! They tear it down tomorrow.
One sob escapes.
I inhale the dust and wonder: does it come from the room … or from my memories?
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The Happy Wordcrafter 
Nice. A well portrayed passing.
FF brings such diverse interpretations, I love yours.
A nostalgic piece with a light touch. Well done.
Bittersweet. A nice take on the prompt that sidesteps the legs.
(That might be a pun.)
Thanks for the back-link.
Thanks. And yes, I think it is a pun. The idea came so strongly that I just had to go with it, and although I usually try to include detail from the picture, this time I decided it would have to suffice to give the legs that lopsided reference by lumping them into “props from long-abandoned comic skits.”
Melancholy and haunting as the MC reflects on days past.
Lovely and sad.
janet
Touching. Nicely done.
Oh what an excellent piece on nostalgy..
Interesting take.
I love this!
Dear Sandra,
Beautifully wistful. I could almost hear her footsteps echoing in the empty hall.
Shalom,
Rochelle