Closing TimeA Story by Stan LeeShort Short Story
Outside it was dusk. Inside, there was a muffled sound of footsteps; a single set of footsteps; making their way down a long corridor. Those footsteps belonged to an elderly gentleman. Bright little spotlights gleamed down on his suit and they flashed off his bald head as he turned a corner, beheld a woman and there came to a stop. "Good evening beautiful!" He chirped. "We meet yet again." She gave him a mysterious smile. Almost a smirk; but her eyes never wavered from his. The gentleman stood back clasping his hands before him and regarded her with warmth. "You have a beautiful smile," he told her softly. "I only wish that you would speak to me and tell me what is going on behind that smile of yours." There was a silent, mysterious, adoration between the two and they considered one another for quite some time in this fashion. Presently the gentleman began to murmur quietly. "I come and speak to you every evening and yet you never speak back. Your eyes follow me everywhere I go. I think you have a secret young lady and I would love to know what it is." Gazing at her face, he stroked at his chin thoughtfully. "One day I'd like to know what that secret is..." The gentleman finally turned away and ambled back down the hall, jingling a bunch of keys on a chain. The lights went out. There was complete darkness in the art gallery and Mona Lisa remained silent; smiling to herself. © 2016 Stan LeeAuthor's Note
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Added on June 28, 2016Last Updated on November 27, 2016 AuthorStan LeeAboutI've turned RRs off for now because I'm really behind. I have 50 to do! Hope to get to them... eventually :) “If only you could sense how important you are to the lives of those you meet; ho.. more..Writing
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