Requiem for an Opera Ghost
10-8-11
I covered the skeleton with my cape - not caring what might be on the bones – and knocking my mask to the ground in the process. Soon, tears threatened to escape. I let them, but soon I was crying openly. Rats skittered by, but I was too deep into my sorrows and regrets to notice. Long minutes passed, and soon I was in a deep sleep.
A sudden, shrill scream jolted me out of my slumber, however. It seemed that one of the chorus girls – Meg Giry or Little Jammes; I wasn't sure – had discovered my whereabouts. Quickly readying the Punjab, I murdered the intruder, and then returned my mask to its proper place. With a sigh, I disappeared into the darkness, leaving my cape behind.
