unrehearsed play

For the play there was a book and it was in someone elses’ hands. I was impatient. I could see my full three names written in it. There was highlighting. I tried to scan to see if there was a big part I had to do. I couldn’t even read the tiny writing or remember what the play was about. I went out and snatched some bits of garbage or kid’s toys off of the floor. It was time. The play was beginning. Out on the stage I got the dreaded feeling they were already talking to my character. I forgot everything. “Is there a big thing I am supposed to say?” I ask, thinking I can fudge the part about toast.

“Yes, sixteen!”  You say walking away. “Doth ……” You are incomprehensible. I am awakened. &~~

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