A Play In Progress
© Brett T. Botbyl
Lights up. Kitchen. Mother is sitting in her bathrobe at one end of the kitchen table. Before her is a frilly place mat, cup of coffee, can of gun oil and various cleaning implements. She carefully cleans a chrome, .38 caliber revolver. Billy enters in pajamas and large “monster feet” slippers. He turns his back on the audience as he loudly rummages through the cabinets and cupboards.
I had the craziest dream last night.
I was a hot dog in a roadside diner down off of the Garden State Parkway.
Yeah. And you were…hey, do we have any more of that Strawberry Toast Cereal?
Behind the sugar. Top shelf.