L I M E L I G H T
- Dim Aldebaran -
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The stage is set, with its red red curtains that drip from above to a certain fate, and its black black shadows that creep from about to a certain limelight centerstage.
Centerstage?—the actor questions the Art. This is an aside, not a monologue…
…but the limelight burned into him, bleak, bright, expectant.
He looks up, and faces his audience.
He had been asked to smile:
He put the gun to his mouth and replied through the microphone: "Merry fucking Christmas."
White had never been his color; but he always dressed to impress. Everybody loves a limelit martyr in red.
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For fowl100 and drabbles100 prompt 'christmas'.
Andrew's quote: I can't claim credit. And excuse the melodrama of this, please. I was in a Mood when I wrote this.