Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Snow: A One-Act Play

Snow, visible in the parking lot lights. The temperature will fall below zero again tonight. A young man, having worked late, emerges from his office. He reaches into his car for a combination snow-brush/ice-scraper. Behind him, a co-worker he does not know well, who wears his hair in dread locks, is leaving the office at the same time.
ME: Fuck this shit.

CO-WORKER I DON'T REALLY KNOW: Oh, come on. At least everything will look clean for a little while.
[Curtain.]

THE END

All true.

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