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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Suicidal on Elm Drive
[time] => 2003-05-18 20:05:00
[hometext] => A one act play
The characters Wife Jennifer 35-40ish Good looking, Smart, Capable, Theatre Sister at the local hospital. [bodytext] => Could have married anyone she chose. Husband Bill 40-45ish Slightly overweight, nice looking, totally lacking in talent and self-confidence, inherited his fathers bookshop. Why Jenni chose him we'll never know The story Jennifer did not come home last night Scene 1 The Study The house is silent. A computer is glowing away to itself, a message on the screen The sun is eclipsed from the sky now and all is turned ashen grey poisoned rain is falling Darling don't leave me......please stay (If it's about losing the car, we won't! I paid off the loan yesterday) Our Eden is turning to desert shrivelling back to dust clouds pass by empty and dry come back...you must...you must (If it's about me and Elizabeth it was only momentary lust) I will not see tomorrow the blood has started to pour from the slit I've cut in my wrist I don't want to live anymore (Don't worry about the carpets I've put newspapers over the floor) My soul is leaving my body icicles pierce my heart no longer feeling pain now as my journey to hell makes it's start. (There's plenty of food in the fridge dear this morning I went down the 'mart) SCENE 2 Jenni returns (Last nights operation at the hospital went wrong.......... they were there all night and this morning) Now hold on right there gentle reader This is Jennifer (I didn't go) He's lying half dead on the floor here with my tourniquet stopping the flow (but what's all this about him and Elizabeth If it's lecherous, I might leave him go) Don't fall for this junk that he's written It certainly doesn't fool me the whole "bloody" lot is plagiarized from his "playmates" in YPDC (and he's only lost about half a pint it wouldn't feed a flea) I'll have to slip straight round next door then and see if young Liz turns bright red when I show her this "moment of lust" bit "All perfectly proper " she said. (At Hanks when you both got drunk Jen' it was me who put him to bed) "There was nowhere for him to sleep so I drove him back to your house Does he think I led him astray then? The conceited big headed louse." (He was forty, fat and drunk Jen' but more to the point he's your spouse) SCENE 3 Jenni has put "the corpse" to bed So we're keeping the car, it's all paid for I'll take it and buy him a tank full and at last, he's keeping the house nice If I'd cash I'd give him a bank full (and for what he's about to receive (tonight) may the Lord make him truly thankfull) [comments] => 7 [counter] => 531 [topic] => 36 [informant] => wrybod [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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