Friday Fictioneers – 6/14/13 — On Stage

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, stainedContinue reading “Friday Fictioneers – 6/14/13 — On Stage”