Thursday, October 13, 2011

a play about flagging falters full tilt






.... oh wait, she paused.
yeah?
no, nothing curious....
(and a murmur)
radon?
.... perhaps.
(and a wink)
... yeah, you knew that
(and another, a second's worth, an encoded wait, a seeing, a session)
... an animal?
an animal.
(no time left!)
... oh, oh shit, she stammered.
yes?
where was it again?
(a slight muffled scratching sound)
... yep.
(she knew it, you didn't)
don't play coy with me, buster brown!
(beard tugs inferred)
... jet skis?
radon.
(slight humming)
(another pause)
... well?
perhaps.

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