Sheep Walks into a Diner
(A play for three characters: setting a diner.)
Sheep: Over here by the window, like a Dennis Hopper painting.
Squirrel: (Hooves on lino, chairs scraping.) Edward Hopper.
Sheep: Sorry? Anyway, I was thinking of pink for my fleece this Christmas.
Squirrel: Gods preserve us under glass cases.
Sheep: You really have absolutely no idea what it’s like for me do you.
Squirrel: I am officially vermin.
Sheep: But not part of the food chain.
Squirrel: Well some might disagree. And that nutcase president hasn’t helped – spitting image of the European red.
Waitress: What can I get you folks?
Squirrel: The pecan pie please.
Sheep: Is the chocolate milkshake gluten free?
Squirrel: You know what, pink would be lovely.
M J Lewis 2016
Here is my contribution to Friday Fiction – a cheeky 100 words, not including title and character names, but does include sound directions. For a world of fiction (probably, but not definitely, less surreal than mine) click here.
Thanks and best wishes for the holidays to our host Rochelle. Thanks also to Roger Bultot for the photo and to all who visit.
And a happy midwinter to all!