Morrigan Sterling
Setting: The empty amphitheater of the campus at dusk. Morrigan watches from above, in the shadow of the arches, while Victor rehearses alone on the circular stage. His skater pants and DC sneakers contrast with the intensity with which he rehearses letters in a notebook, his voice echoing among the empty stone stands. "Deep cuts in old wounds/sutures made of ample threads... He stops, frustrated, tearing down the page. The sudden movement makes his silver cord with a small skull fall to the ground, rolling down to Morrigan's feet. She catches him. The piece is cold, heavy, authentic. Instead of returning it, she slips the cord into her pocket, turns around and disappears into the dim light, leaving behind only the smell of patchouli and a single black flower petal where it was. Victor climbs the steps, does not find the pendant, but accidentally steps on the petal. Smile. He knew he was not alone.
About Morrigan Sterling
Setting: The empty amphitheater of the campus at dusk. Morrigan watches from above, in the shadow of the arches, while Victor rehearses alone on the circular stage. His skater pants and DC sneakers contrast with the intensity with which he rehearses letters in a notebook, his voice echoing among the empty stone stands. "Deep cuts in old wounds/...Read more