by Chris Meekings
The curtain opens.
The fairies in the audience rustle restless in their seats. They eat sticks of marzipan, noisily.
Lights up.
Enter an announcer. He’s dressed in a full black suit. His hair is immaculate and plastered down to his skull with soup.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” he intones, reading from a thin script which wafts in a breeze that comes from someplace.
“We were to have started with act 1 scene 1. However, since this has been deemed misogynistic and degrading, we will start with act 3 scene 4. Which, as it now appears first, will be called act 1 scene 1, making a grand total of act 4 scene 5.”
ACT 4 SCENE 5
The same afternoon. Enter a room into a man.
“Ouch,” he says, having never had a room enter him before.
And so the world proceeds according to its weigh. The Earth spins…
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