They played for moments more, and when they played one final note trading smiles with each other, Greta succumbed and nudged the door open. The three musicians looked up in surprise.
Noa and Mother folded into each other and wept like charcoal silhouettes against a bleak world, before Noa left for the place where the sea meets the sky.
This work interrogates the perspective of the conventionally powerless and the covert control they are able to exercise. In other words, The Soup displays the powerful nature of topping from the bottom.
