Our Dancing Days: An Ann Kinnear Suspense Short
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A hall, a hall, give room!—And foot it, girls.--
More light, you knaves! And turn the tables up,
And quench the fire. The room is grown too hot.--
Ah, sirrah, this unlooked-for sport comes well.--
Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet,
For you and I are past our dancing days.
—William Shakespeare, Romeo & Juliet
An angry lover who turned a place of dance and light into a place of death. A much-missed husband in the wrong place at the wrong time. Who will be waiting for Ann at the top of the stairs?