progeny

There are five people in the rehearsal room. The stage manager says little, takes notes. The director gives instructions, suggestions, notes. The actors do what only actors can. The writer hears words being spoken, explored, and sits on the outside, looking for a way back to the creature he brought to life, all those months ago. He contributes snippets, knowing that his presence is no longer essential. Soon he will be gone, leaving the rest to get on with it. The creature doesn't need him anymore. It will sink or swim by itself.