Follow Through

We are rich beyond our wildest dreams. We are the wealthiest couple on the block. People would approach us if we were not so obviously desirous of privacy. When the sun is at its peak, our home is hot with money. You can smell it for miles. People ask us how did you get to where you are? The truth is, I don’t know. But I know it wasn’t easy. I know I’m tired. I know I worked. I know I suffered. I’m sweating in the spotlight. My face is drowned in make-up. Our host laughs and tugs the microphone cable and it comes snapping onto the empty stage before him. Someone in the audience begins to clap. Then someone else. And on and on until the room is like an enormous stopwatch. Someone mentions something about a bomb, and the host tugs the cable again. The shadows move in from either side of the room as if to comfort us.

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