I opened the curtain to find the back of the stage eerily empty. The dusty, arthritic piano had been long removed and the expired posters, which once hung gaily on the walls, had been torn down. One pink sticky note was not an exception. All that remained were piles of cardboard boxes and several fo...
The maroon velvet draperies framing Marian’s window rustled as a late summer zephyr swept into her room. Outside, the majestic oaks were beginning to turn their colors, accented by the soft gradient of the setting sun, matching Marian’s auburn hair. Beneath the eaves, a paved walkway ran past th...