eTheatre Series: Exit this Stage
THE NIGHT AFTER THE CURTAINS CLOSED one would swear that the sky became darker at the precise moment the two sides touched. The sky was a slate gray ceiling with little color showing through. Even when the sun appeared close to the westerly horizon one’s eye peered for a sliver of orange, red and yellow. In the mind’s eye they were there sure enough. But by the time the last glimpse dropped below the line as far as the eyes could see the only glimmer of hope was silver. What was the consequence of closure?