Once more, the roar of applause thaws his heart and makes him wish he didn’t have to depart this stage. Where had the years gone? He wonders. How did each day, so long, become faint flashes of memory? An ambling trajectory of wasteful debauchery, his life has passed him by like a distant plane in the sky. And now, as he clocks out of consciousness and stares across an endless necropolis, the clapping masses have gone silent. His heart is no longer raging and defiant. Overhead, the black curtain is falling and the blissful escape of the void is calling.
Thank you for reading. I wanted to write something that was exactly 100 words, and this is what came out given my self-imposed theme “curtain call”. I hope you appreciate it. Please let me know any thoughts or critique with a comment. Read more of my work at Rafiki’s Nikki.
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