it's over.
i'm the first to clap, this time -
for the first time -
to put my hands together and make that first
sharp sound,
thanking them for the music.
the beautiful music.
the escape.
all around us the people are rising to their feet -
a standing ovation -
cheering loudly,
raising their arms to show their appreciation.
the performers are smiling
in relief and perhaps
pride. i hope they're proud of theirselves;
they deserve to be.
YOU ARE READING
Rhapsody
Short StoryA shoebox collection of short fables, stories in verse, discontinued manuscripts, and other fluffy curio. Featured by Wattpad under "Short Story" from October 2013 to 2015.