“She was born for the theatre. To tread the boards, skirting the crisp edge of the spotlight; to take them to places they could not fathom without her. And, somehow, the green cellophane would fade into sunlight through the branches, and the painted backdrops would dissolve, leaving the haze of mountains in the distance and the hint of a deep, secret smell on the air.”

~while, off camera, the big bad wolf lurks, and the sounds of the orchestra float up from beneath~

~ the street. The silhouette of the neck of a double bass is just visible through the storm drain~

“I just say what I see. Though I think you may be the only one who realises that the stories are real.”

As the stones fall away you can just see their opacity fade until they are deep rich translucent shades of sapphire, emerald and ruby; then, in an instant, they are lost in the darkness.
(the only answer there is…)

“No need for thanks. I have to provide a script for my leading lady. “