mariesbrocca
What a lousy good for nothing he is! she exclaimed. Can't do anything right, always lays the blame where it oughtn't be. On me! It's quite preposterous, really, the things he does and says. I don't know how the rest of them put up with him, the supervisor and the committee. If he were my student... why, I'd, I'd...
She stood in the attic, under dusty light unpacking boxes that held the remnants of another life and another time. Lifting the costumes gently, she pulled them close to inhale the scent of what once was and remembered...
Sunlight flooded the dusty room, casting odd shadows of the canvas covered objects on the dirty wooden floor. The door was open just a crack, and a loud crashing noise could be heard from the hallway...