Monday 29 September 2014



Gethin Morgan

Earl Grey

The crowd was cheering as he was led up on stage.

‘Go, Mr Crumb,’ one employee shouted.

He smiled, grimaced, and plodded his way centre-stage.

‘Now,’ said the magician, ‘I’m going to make everything you’ve worked for … disappear.’

The crowd tittered, too loudly. Individually, they were all afraid of him. Here, that fear was gone.

‘Time to retire, Dad,’ Brent would say. ‘You’re not getting any younger,’ Mavis would say. He intended to outlive them all.

He clambered into the box, heard laughter.

Drum-roll, then silence.

He climbed out into an empty auditorium, wondering where everyone had gone.

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