For Sunday Scribblings and Carry On Tuesday
A crowded street. People passed
by hardly aware of the busker performing in the shop doorway. Suddenly the accordion player slumped forward. As he fell a flash of light bounced off
a steel blade protruding from his back and in seconds his white shirt blushed
blood red. He collapsed in a heap like a puppet with broken strings, the
instrument beneath him emitting a wheezing breathless groan. The audience gasped.
The curtains swept across the
stage and there was a stunned silence for a second or two followed by an eruption
of spontaneous applause. It was the interval and they made their way to the
gilded bar where glasses clinked and chandeliers sparkled; a roomful of wise amateur
sleuths each with their own idea of who committed that dastardly deed. Was it
the man with the dog or the boy in the hoodie? Could it have been the lady in
dark glasses or the beggar with the white stick?
A shrill bell rang time, and
they made their back to their seats to discover the outcome of this grisly
tale.
An hour or so later the man with the dog, the boy in the hoodie, the
lady in dark glasses, the beggar and a reincarnated busker joined hands for their
final bow. Then the audience shuffled their way from the warmth of the
auditorium into the chill of the night outside.
In a doorway opposite the theatre, an accordion player squeezed a jolly
tune. He suddenly stopped and the crowd turned and stared. All the world’s a
stage.
Yes, we are more likely to pay for a seat in a theatre than to truly appreciate the drama that unfolds in our everyday lives around us that is free. We do not realise we are on the stage ourselves. Thoughtful piece Keith.
ReplyDeleteThere's more than one way to be played..nicely executed..jae..
ReplyDeleteAhh... so the play became reality... sad for the accordion player.
ReplyDeleteNice short story with a sting in its (tail) tale Keith.
brilliantly put! :)
ReplyDeleteWe pay to be entertained, and there is so much to enjoy and appreciate if we just open our eyes to see.......a tale to ponder, and well-written
ReplyDeletenice twist at the end!!!!
ReplyDeleteI can understand why the accordian player got a knife in the back! Most people hate that sound. At least, I do. I'm surprised it wasn't for real. lol.
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