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On a visit to see an old friend at his theatre company in Eastern Europe, sitting backstage looking through old photos of past productions while the performers rehearse onstage. She sits chatting with me, casual and friendly, despite her celebrity. She is undeniably charming and beautiful, even without any makeup and wearing her old blue jeans. I feel a pang of… Continue reading the actress
The theater is crowded with people, waiting for the play to begin. My wife and I sit and wait, looking through the program and studying posters for past productions lining the walls. When the show begins, I am transfixed. I’ve seen Macbeth a few times before, but this is just amazing. The witches scene is easily one of the most unsettling,… Continue reading by the pricking
Inside the house, people are starting to panic. The sky outside is dark and green, the wind bending the trees to almost impossible angles. We can hear the sirens and, in a house this old, there is no safe place . . . every room has windows, the elderly frame flexes and creaks in the wind just like the trees… Continue reading a tornado, two corpses, and a leather sofa
