The Last Screening
The Fogharbor Cinema would be torn down next month. Lin wanted one last screening before it went.
Lin pushed open the side door. Dust lay thick on row after row of seats.
He wanted to screen the reels his father had left behind.
Gives the last show a reason it has to happen.
Mr. Chen, the old projectionist, still kept the key to the booth.
Someone who knows the cinema’s past.
After the show, a blue ticket lay on a seat in the back row.
Not needed yet. Plant it later.





