Tuesday, June 06, 2006

 

The Craving: A Tragic Monologue In One Short Act

Setting: The Office

The lowly office drudge begins to dream of lunch as the one o' clock hour approaches

Oh, how I crave a hot dog! Methinks I shall go to the stand outside and purchase a lunch of delicious processed meat on a sweet white bun and topped with glorious ketchup and chopped onions - tis only a hot dog that can bring back the portion of my soul sucked out in the meetings of this morn.
Wait!
What is this here? No wallet! I must count my change - surely there is a dollar-twenty-five scattered throughout my desk drawers.
No! This cannot be! Only seventy-three cents! There will be no hot dog for luncheon today!
Sigh.
Surely the gods must hate me.

- End Scene -

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