POST CARDS FROM THE MUSE
The Empty Room
I stand here in this room listening for any sounds at all. Nothing. Dead silence. I do hear echoes from past rants and raves, parties, fun, news casts, but all is quiet now.
The room is dark, but a little light comes in from the hallway where there are thousands of lesser doors. The bit of light sneaking in behind me shows confetti, glitter, tissues, and even candy lying on the floor as a reminder of the phantom cheers and cries of the characters that are normally here. There is a table near the podium in the corner covered with sheets of paper that contain words—happy words and lonely words, funny words and mad words, velvet words and loud words.
Where are the characters that inhabit this room? There was someone in here not long ago, but they are all gone now and the silence is deafening.
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