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Catching Fever

Robert Fever awoke on cold cement feeling like he had been run over by a car. He winced as he sat up. By the shifting light of the naked bulb that swayed above him, Robert saw that he was down in his own basement. Dusty, uninviting workout machines provided the room’s only furniture. Several campaign posters that read “CATCH THE FEVER!” in red white and blue were stacked in a corner.

Performing Arts Theater

10th Annual Seattle Festival of Improv Theater Soars into Action in the U-District

The uproar of laughter could be heard spilling out on to University Avenue from the two University District theaters hosting last night’s performances at the 10th Annual Seattle Festival of Improv Theater (SFIT). Tonight will mark the third evening of the five-day festival hosted by Wing-It Productions, with back-to-back performances by several troupes from all over the world.

Fiction

You Alone

A pane of glass separated us. You were out on the street and I was in a hotel lobby. You were walking by like an ivory tower on heels. Your dark brown hair fell lightly on your shoulders, your bosom bounced subtly, your hips swayed. And then you did something I never expected; you looked at me directly in the eyes, and your face lit up.