Lucid Waking

Theater Secrets

Originally published on January 21, 2006

Friday was one of the busiest times of the year. Everything had to be closed down and hidden for the weekend. The system was closed and new passwords were created. By the time everything was done, the theatre looked untouched. The stage was swept, the seats replaced, not even the curtain ropes moved. Catherine opened the creaky door and looked around. Her heels clicked as she moved around the room to the box seats. Under there, as promised, lay the weeks rent in one hundred dollar bills. She picked it up and walked out the door. Catherine pulled out her keys and locked the door before leaving for the night.

            “How much are you willing to sell for?” he asked. He was extremely proper and spoke with a heavy English accent. He sat up straight in his chair and not a single speck of durst was on his gray jacket. He wore a white shirt under the jacket and pressed blue jeans with stark white sneakers.
            She leaned over and grabbed a pen from her pencil cup. “I’m not going to sell it.”
            He leaned back in his chair, but still kept his back perfectly straight. “I’m willing to buy it off you for much more than your selling price.”
            Catherine looked up. “Mr. Parker, I’m not willing to sell. No offer, regardless of how large, is going to change my mind. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have lots of paper work and responsibility to attend to. Have a nice day.”
            He got up and pushed his chair closer to her desk. He glanced at her hunched over her paperwork before closing the door quietly and leaving the building.

“Not much between despair and ecstasy”

Theater Secrets