Sunday, October 30, 2011

Yellow Lampshade

Act I

“Where did you get that lampshade?”
“I love this lampshade. It looks just like my father’s lampshade.”
“I hate your father, and I hate you.”
“Get out.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to sit here and look at the city like I always do. Get the hell out.”
(Exit, weeping.)

Act II

“I’m leaving you.”


“I’m sorry, baby. Take me back.”
(They embrace.)
“That damn lampshade.”
“Ugly as our lives.”

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