Drama - 90 minutes.
Creating life can sometimes be as terrifying as losing it.
I dreamed that my baby came to life again
that it had only been
cold
and that I rubbed it before the fire and that it lived.
I awake and find no baby.
Creating life can sometimes be as terrifying as losing it.
Mary Shelley rattles alone, last survivor in the frozen paper-strew ruins of life, making and waking the dead - husband, lover, child, friends, sister, mother - drawing them out in the wastes of ice and fire and ink.
But the creature that haunts her long lonely night is the little she created 20 years before...
He sleeps; but is wakened; he opens his eyes; the horrid thing stands at his bedside, opening his curtains, and looking on him with yellow, watery, speculative eyes.
Drama, 90 minutes.
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