The stage grew darker
further in the wings
until black
was all there was
The bright lights roared
a fever haze present
yet softened
as we headed off-stage
The audience all abuzz
with bright anticipation
grew quieter
as we exited stage left
All our now in their moment
memories dancing out of mind
somewhere beyond
dark wings
Focused now on call and response
on remembering the words
on being in the moment
on the high-wire
The cast moving unseen
soft susurration
little but shadows
awaiting their cue
No space to remember
those phantom
people places things
fade to black
From the prompt: “Silhouettes danced on the edge of forgetting”
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