Sourire de bois
|Sourire de bois|
|Author(s)||Un soldat de plomb unijambiste (Natrium)|
|Authoring system||Inform 7|
How It Begins
The curtains close. Just before they shut, she takes a fleeting look in his eyes and tries to smile at him. It is in vain. Her lips do not move. Not just there; despite his efforts, his face also remains frozen. The curtains are closed now. The wires that hold her up fall, followed by the wooden cross.
“At the next performance, I will,” she promises (as always).