This Week’s photo prompt is from Sandra Crook:
My story is below:
CURTAIN CALL
Since the earthquake, the amphitheater’s rubble. Few seats intact – and the stage – where ….
Worming my way around boulders, over loose rock, I descend to the stage.
Today, the wind mourns through here, but that night it was deadly still – as was the audience – awaiting the climax of the murder scene. I was afraid – but I had to do it.
I can feel now the weight of the dagger I used to replace the fake one. I plunged it deep – just as the world around us came apart. Falling on top of me, his body took the boulder that would have killed me.
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Hurry on over to Rochelle Wiseoff-Fields’ site and get into the act.
http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/10/09/11-october-2013/
The Happy Wordcrafter 
Lucky gal…for now.
It’s interesting that you pictured the protagonist as a woman. I pictured him as another man, but I wondered how many would think “woman” when they read it.
I imagined it was a woman, perhaps from the use of the words…”I was afraid.” Why I would think that, I’m not sure. Perhaps because we never hear what a film actor is thinking whilst he’s in the midst of doing the dastardly deed.
I also pictured a woman as the protagonist for some reason. Maybe because I pictured a scene with her lover that had cheated on her. No idea why my mind went there.
Like-minded women…think alike. 🙂
.One senses this is the beginning. Interesting study into destruction. Well donr.
Thank you. The two kinds of destruction did seem to play off each other in my mind.
How guilty would you feel about that? Or maybe not, depending on your motive. Nice one.
Yeah, as I wrote it, I wondered if he felt any remorse, or if he was just aggravated by the ghosts — like Scrooge in the beginning of “A Christmas Carol.” I couldn’t seem to find any remorse in the character as I wrote, so I decided there was none.
Sandra, you really got a lot in this one story–lack of remorse, the willingness to kill, the destruction of more than just the one person, the luck of life. And the title works perfectly.
janet
Thank you. I wrestled a couple of other titles around, but this one just seemed to insist on sticking.
Oh Wow! What a great story. A twisty ending is the best kind! 😀
Thank you, Linda. And thanks for taking the time to read it and let me know.
You are most welcome Sandra! 😀
A really good story Sandra, ‘the wind mourns’ – fabulous!
Thank you, Gilly. Things just sort of fell into place for this one.
Good story of sacrifice and love, of a sort anyway. Thanks, Sandra!
Oooh! Creepy. Talk about karma.
Dear Sandra,
You packed a lot of story into a 100 words. How fortuitous for the MC that the earthquake afforded him an escape. I’m sure his act will come back to haunt him, though. I did think, too, thought that your protagonist was a woman. Jilted lover. But I ready your comment. Either way, a good story leaves a lot to the reader;s imagination. Good job, Profesora.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Dear Sandra,
What I loved most about this piece is the unanswered question of why. The entire story is marvelous in the way we learn so much, yet thirst for more even as the curtain falls. Masterful touch.
Aloha,
Doug
There is a lot of untold story in this which I like. It could be a beginning or an end.. great take. I definitely read it as a woman to..
Thanks for the encouragement. I thought several people would undoubtedly see the protagonist as a woman. I saw him as a man from the very beginning, but I didn’t see any reason to specify as I wrote. This way the reader gets to make it his/her own story.
How real the death throes!
Thanks for sharing.
That was certainly a dark and thunderous tale. Very well told – and very interesting.
Thank you, and thanks for taking the time to let me know.
That was a win-win incident. Don’t feel bad.
Great little piece.
Thank you very much.
Hi Sandra, well done, powerfully written I enjoyed your writing.
There must be some hefty back story to the climax you’ve presented, and well, too. Ann
“the wind mourns,” “…the night was deadly still.” You really set the scene.
Thanks for the encouraging words.