Reflex Press Flash Fiction, April 22, 2022

Local Theatre Stages Angel Street

Excerpt:

I have a memory of that alley behind the theatre. The streetlight that buzzed and flickered, yet never managed to light the way.

We played in that prop room. Do you remember? The one with the rotted window frame. Sneaking in while our parents auditioned, rehearsed, became close. Running and creeping, lost in shadows and play.

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