Scene: Early morning. A hillside in Absurdlandia.
Enter stage right:
Me 1 – sometimes, I wonder why I bother writing fiction
Me 2 – to protect the guilty, I suppose,
Me 3 – and the innocent too.
Me 4 – plus, if I write it as it plays, there’s nowhere to hide.
Me 5 – Ah. Good point.
Me 6 – More fiction?
Me 7 – yeah, I guess… But that phone call, last night? I mean, how could the man…
Me 8 – no, you can’t discuss it here; this is a public blog.
Me 9 – Right, right. But… right, a public blog. But the part about I look so young how could they even think of checking my cv??? And all the bad things that would happen if I sued, and all the good things that will happen if I don’t?
Distant sound of fife and tambourine.
Exit all, stage left.