Alas For Her!
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Darkness. It engulfed me. My heart still raced from the madness of it all. She was dying – she WANTED to die. Finally, I convinced them to let her go. The chaos stopped. I know I saw her walk into the light.
With the casual flick of a switch, I was blinded. Gazing into the gaping path of pure whiteness can cause sight issues when the beam stops glowing, when it is replaced by nothingness, a void. The room was silent. Where people had been swarming all around me just seconds ago, I felt no one. All that possessed my mind was the compulsion to move to the right, to get out of the way lest the light return too soon. It might decide to devour ME next time.
I knew this place. Confidence illumined my blackened steps as I plowed through the murk. Something brushed past me, and I knew if I followed it, I would find my place. Returning to myself again was always easy. This in-between time was the portal, the mirror, that eased me back into ME. If I kept moving I would make it. Almost, I was ALMOST there.
My knee struck something hard. I bit my lip to keep from screaming. The searing pain made me dizzy, but it didn’t make me deaf. I heard an object fall, its bouncing echoed through the needle-like silence of the room. With every reverberation, I felt my doom, forever to be trapped in the in-between. Heart throbbing in my center, I stood. Scrapes along the floor ebbed and charged, seeking to block my return. Could it see in this blackout? Waiting. Anticipating it, the menace that threatened to banish me .
When the lights came back up, the first thing I noticed was……..laughter?
My exit stage right at the end of the play Wit was a crashing, deafening disaster as I careened into the long forgotten desk from Act 1 that was stored in the wings. To have to go back onstage, face the audience and take my bow – it would surely be the death of me.