X: STREETLAMP NIGHT - by Ed Valentine
© March 17, 2010 * ed@edvalentine.com
LIGHTS UP: A Streetlamp. Foggy night. A Streetwalker and a John.
STREETWALKER: I can give you what you long for.
THE JOHN: Sex, you mean?
STREETWALKER: No. Well, yes, but –
THE JOHN: Pleasure.
STREETWALKER: No. More.
THE JOHN: Ecstasy? Fulfillment?
STREETWALKER: More, still.
THE JOHN: A whizz-bang evening?
STREETWALKER: Warm.
THE JOHN: A night I’ll never forget?
STREETWALKER: Warmer.
THE JOHN: What I’ve always wanted, always wanted in the end.
STREETWALKER: Maybe.
THE JOHN: The most intense physical expression I could ever hope to have?
STREETWALKER: Hot now.
THE JOHN: Then give it to me.
STREETWALKER: Give it to you?
THE JOHN: Give it to me. Now.
(She breaks his neck. Bends over his corpse. Drinks his blood.)
STREETWALKER: That’s what you want, Jack. Aren’t you the lucky boy!
(Her mouth is bloody.)
Who’s next?
(Grins out at us. Too many teeth.)
END OF PLAY.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
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