Turn Right at the Willow

by Collosus

It rains in Silvertown on more days than most can count. And though it's a poor little place, filled with people who'd die for the chance to leave and never look back, it's a place they can call home. A real home too- filled with love and laughter and mistakes big enough to fill the cracks that run rampant upon the streets.

37. Theater

Chapter 37

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A noise reverberates off the walls- and the next time you come to- you're lying on your back.

And it's soft- whatever you're lying on.

And there's a chandelier right above you.

And it's so beautiful.

You don't want to move- but now that you can, it seems as if you have to.

So then you push yourself off from the plush carpet and look around the theater-like room.

There're rows upon rows of black theater chairs all set upon the red colored carpet. There's a wall projector- but there's nothing playing.

It's just a white static.

And yet you think it's the most interesting thing you've ever watched-

Because you're just sitting on the floor-

Staring at this static-

As if it has the meaning of life written somewhere across it.