The pause stretched, thick and alive. Then, a soft rustle from the judging table.
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That was her. She walked into the cavernous, dark auditorium, the single stage light a blazing sun. The judging table was a shadowy outline in the front row. The pause stretched, thick and alive
She reached the end of the monologue, her voice dropping to a whisper: “I’ve had to put up a pretty fierce battle, but I’ve won.” Then silence. The pause stretched
“Not for thirty years,” Eleanor admitted, the stage light now feeling less like a sun and more like a warm, forgiving glow.