Milestone

Stood the Narrator, denied and defied- script was all wrong, with dialogues hanging midair without the support of two strokes.
The play failed to commence, actors took their positions, spot light was bleak, right on the narrator.
There were three parts, two joint, one discreet, together they formed a scene that was rustic and complete.
But, perfect was not the script, once the stage was set, the characters faced defeat.
Narrator stands in the corner now, space is empty, time is trying to fill the gaps somehow.
The ink on papyrus is smudged, small words seem large and distorted, there is no meaning to this, the script has gone all wrong…

There was a tissue paper, delicate, bearing the burden of cheap ink, there was a request on it 'Save it please.' It was safe then, now dissolved in salt water. The corner table was mine, the corner table is still mine... This is where it all started, last year, my only regret, it shouldn’t have ever happened.