Title: Curtain Call
Source: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – Week of March 07, 2017
Words count: 175 words
The other day, I was revisiting my old hidden object games. I can’t believe I used to sink so many hours into them – their plots tended to veer to predictability, and I could call the villain maybe ten minutes into the story, but I loved them to pieces. The gorgeous art, the campy characters, complete with Wilhelm screams. Maybe one day, I’ll revisit them, hopefully play a semi-decent one again…
“What, you too chicken?”
“No! But – did you see – ”
She left the intrepid teenagers, and once out of sight, climbed over the iron-wrought gates. She remembered the headlines: A Night of Horror! Hundreds perish in fire. Shaking her head, she put it out of her mind, and marched towards the building.
The theatre was in ruins, its once-opulent carpets coated with filth. A chandelier lay smashed on the floor, collapsing the ceiling. Walking past it, she shoved the crumbling auditorium doors hard – and they gave.
Here, she could see the theatre’s charred seats and smoke-stained stone. Yet, the Steinway remained onstage, whole, covered. She went to the front, found an intact seat, and waited.
Distantly, a bell struck midnight. The theatre grew darker, colder. She shuddered, closed her eyes, and heard it: the faint strains of piano, a ghostly voice wailing – singing.
When she opened them again, she saw two ghostly figures staring at her, resplendent in their stage costumes. Were they smiling? Perhaps. She waved back weakly.
“Hi Ma, Hi Pa.”