The Next Project
The backstage doors are locked; at home, the whirling of the electric fan captions the dry euphoria. The towers striked and all, the papers liquidated just so and then – the tiny freeze of the pixelation, one-eighth the size of a thumb. Faces jumble in, a melodramatic jamboree, of the past week. For that second, doubt exists. That tiny, minute moment is not chiseled, the rock has been hidden from the overgrown hand of Fate the ComicBook Artist.
That final curtain brought the room to rumbles, shocking the foundations, the core and having old men shouting, not out of fear, but of anger (and, yes, maybe a bit of fear). Zooming in on a happy quartet, hands lightly clamped, the fruit of their labors materialized just so and then – the tiny freeze; wondering what happens. Wondering if the next day will come, wondering if anyone’d like it, wondering if we’d see each other, wondering if it’ll get restaged, wondering if our lives will be changed, if our parents have seen us stripped naked down, down, down.
And that melancholic moment right after. A day or so. Just a day, just so and then – we smile and attack a brand new page, shedding off (but not completely) the memories of this.
THIS IS THE TAROT CHALLENGE, a 78-day writing challenge where everyday I pick out a random card from my tarot deck and write something about, against, inspired by, based on the card by the day’s end. The works can range from poetry to fiction to drama. When the card is from the major arcana, the title of the work should be the card name. When the card is from the minor arcana, the title can be different but the card drawn should be revealed at the end.