Share

From this page you can share Night Dreams to a social bookmarking site or email a link to the page.
Social WebE-mail

Thank you for spreading the word about Narrative Magazine.

NOTE: We only request your email address so that the person you are recommending the page to knows that you wanted them to see it, and that it is not junk mail. We do not capture any email address.

Enter multiple addresses on separate lines or separate them with commas. You can only email up to 10 recipients
(Your Name) has forwarded a page from Narrative Magazine

(Your Name) thought you would enjoy this story from Narrative Magazine.

Night Dreams

A Story

by Sean Beaudoin
The Show’s Final Act


Orchestral music boomed beneath a cantilevered dome lined with plastic cherubs and tasteless frescoes. Doves flew from perch to perch, groggy with chlorine. The audience booed as I swung from the rafters, the stage below awash with clowns and nymphs and propylene dragons.

On cue, a dissonant bassoon, freefall.

I jerked to a halt just above the pool’s surface. My harness dug in cruelly. Bronwyn reached out, gripping wrists. The hydraulics fired, and we were reeled upward, a dozen actors on steel wire dripping clockwise around us. Bronwyn played the lead, the Woman in Peril. I played Grimwald, Peril Incarnate. Water beaded down my length, and then hers, misting the cheap seats. She smiled, but I could see she no longer loved me.

“Let go,” she whispered.

“I’ll never let go,” I said, and then did. It was in the script.

Please log in to view or print the full story online or in PDF format.
If you are new to Narrative, signing up is FREE and easy.