Excerpt from my novel

                                                 All my Sins remembered 

She stands there frozen, trapped between these two worlds that could not be more different, and she decides that she wants to live again, to risk reliability and comfort for happiness and possibility. Tired of hiding in the darkness of a theater, sick of assuming an anonymity which is really just another form of surrender, worn down to nothing from watching the last seconds of her insignificant drama as the reel slowly runs out, she knows this is her only chance, she must call him. Otherwise, all that will be left of her life will be a blank, white screen, fading into the background, and everything she ever did, everyone she ever loved will fade until there is nothing left but a blur of color, shapeless, indefinable.

She turns to go back inside, when suddenly a cold wind begins to blow as she reaches for the door and she looses her grip on the piece of paper. It falls to the sidewalk and tumbles away as if self-propelled, driven by some sentient force.

Unable to move, she watches it rise and fly way, like a wild bird than can never be caught or cadged; it tumbles down the sidewalk, like the last page of a book that has been torn out, in a vain attempt to postpone the ending, so that the story might go on forever.

She stands there, watching, as the piece of paper catches the wind like a sail, and becomes the past.

                                                          ~~adam stanley