Torn faded curtains hang in the wings, ghosts from a time past. Rows of tattered dusty seats wait in the dark, facing a vacant stage arched by an ornate golden proscenium. The fly gallery high above is stripped of the …
The falling snow drifted across the university grounds. Lili removed her dressing gown and crawled into her bed, wrapping up in a feather duvet. The wind blew the snow against the window with a soft sifting swirl.
Another long night …