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Curtain

Allan Onik

    The theater was dimly lit and ornate, fashioned in red and gold. Alice watched the magician on stage as he performed his tricks. Doves flew out of his top hat and soared over the crowd. He blew fire from his wand and floated in place. He disappeared on the spot and appeared on the theater’s far balcony. Alice smiled serenely. She couldn’t remember the drive to the entertainment, but she had never been so happy to be anywhere. Finally, the magician flew up his arms and he was gone—his clothes falling to the stage floor. The red, velvet curtains closed and a black cat crawled out from the empty tuxedo. The cat disappeared through the crack in the curtains and Alice climbed on stage and followed, the crowd now gone. Behind it was a bright sunny day with lush, green grass and rolling, flowered hills. She saw a young girl playing on a playground in the distance and soaked in the warmth. In the serenity, she smiled and began to float-so high that she saw a neighborhood beneath her as a small speck. When she reached the clouds she felt nothing but bright and warmth, and she rested.

    The nurse turned off the ventilator and pulled the sheet over the woman’s head. “We’ve lost this one, doc,” she said in the packed ER.
    “That’s over 500 for the day,” the doctor said, adjusting his biohazard suit. The two walked to the hallway for paperwork and decontamination.



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