A man tied up with duct tape over his mouth dials a phone with his nose.
PHONE: Jeffrey?
JEFFREY: (Muffled)
PHONE: I can’t understand when you mumble.
JEFFREY: (Muffled?)
PHONE: There you go again. Ten years of this…
JEFFREY: (Muffled!)
PHONE: I can’t do this anymore!
The phone is disconnected.
Christopher is an Electroencephalographer from Buffalo, NY, with two published short plays: On Eating Bananas and Conversation Over Harold.
“Eight, please,” I said politely to the old man standing next to the control panel as I entered the elevator. He pushed the top button, instead. Suddenly, I was scrunched flat to my knees from an immense upward acceleration.
“We’re way past the moon, now,” the old man said, calmly.
Dave and his lovely wife, Kate, and their two hungry rescue cats live in the Pennsylvania countryside, where he enjoys working on his novel about distant planets and flying saucers.