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 -
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 -
# posted by QOS @ 5:10 PM 
