Something for the Weakened

Drinker. Pinter. Milk.

Saturday, December 4th, 2010 by Alastair


ME. So was there a fire?

HER. I’m sorry?

ME. The burns.

HER. What are you talking about?

ME. The burns on your face.

HER. There aren’t any burns on my face.

ME. Oh. (pause) Um. Another drink?

HER. No, I don’t think so.

Exit HER to the sound of a decreasing mute trumpet scale.

2 Responses to “Drinker. Pinter. Milk.”

  1. Alastair says:

    Film it all in ‘that voice’ and, mark my words, you’ve got hit all over your hands.

  2. Tubby says:

    That Voice does not exist outside your hindbrain as well you know.

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