Tuesday, April 10, 2007
I have five minutes before my lunch hour is over. I am going to create a short scene, right now, and it must end at 1pm. Here goes:
(Time: 12:55pm, April 10th, 2007)
(Setting: Newton, a suburb of Boston. Erica and Alexander are sitting on a couch.)
Erica: Alexander, why are we sitting on this couch?
Alexander: I don't know, Erica, but if Suldog had given us shorter names, he'd be able to give us more lines before 1:00, don't you think?
Erica: Yes, I suppose so.
Alexander: Well, then let's change our names. I'll be Ed. How about you?
Erica: Ed is nice. Can I be Ed, too?
Ed: No, no, we can't both be Ed. Then how would the readers tell us apart?
Erica: I'd be the one with the boobs.
Ed: But they can't see you, so that wouldn't work. Why don't you be Amy?
Erica: Amy? That's not too bad, I guess. OK, I'll be Amy.
Ed: Good. I'm glad that's settled. Now, what shall we talk about, Amy?
Amy: Oh, I don't know. How about