{The Curator ā Eleventh Season | 6th of August 2020 | Act 1 | Scene 7 | Take 3}
Slowly swinging back and forth on a playground swing, a hint of loneliness in her eyes, The Curator, dressed in a matte-black trench-coat, inner white shirt and a black bow-tie, closed the last page of a novel she was reading.
Raising her head, she casually gazed at the playground before her, watching as a bunch of children played around and had fun.
A few minutes later, a gloomy-looking young girl who had no friends her age to play with so to speak, found her way towards the swing and took a seat on the empty swing beside her.
"Hello." she greeted after a short while.
Glancing over to her, the 11th Curator responded with a light smile;
"Hello."
"Why are you sitting on a swing?" the young girl asked, her tone quiet yet curious.
"Why can't I?" The Curator, questioned instead with a slightly arched eyebrow.
