By Alex Munro
They flowed nebulously into the foyer, buffeted by the rain.
Stairs stretched out ahead, beckoning. Early – they sat in silence; gaze refusing to meet, eyes slid off of each other like snowflakes hitting a radiator.
Ushered in, they took their seats. The show began.
Stars stretched out in infinite grace; breathtaking and beautiful. The music swelled, mercurial and purposeful. Wonders swirled, a visceral balletic crescendo. The audience, except the couple, applauded.
Rising from their chairs; tenuous and vague, twin wisps of smoke. Conciliatory, hands clasped; momentarily tightening, then falling loose.
The space that she left could never be filled.