Limited Engagement
Curtain rises.
Exterior of a house, bushes, a weathered blue Chevy in the drive.
The door opens. Enter GRANDPA. Locking the door, he crosses to the car. Six-year-old JEFFREY sneaks out of the bushes and creeps up behind Grandpa.
“Boo!”
The new game. He’s incorrigible.
Grandpa jumps. “Jesus Motherfucking Christ!” Clamping a hand over his chest, he staggers, collapsing onto the side of the auto. Grandpa slips to the ground and is still.
Wide-eyed Jeffrey cries.
A spotlight from the stage shines out. The crying, a baby’s voice.
The curtain falls.
No curtain call.
The houselights come up.
Get out.
From Guest Contributor Erik C. Martin
Erik lives and writes in San Diego. He misses Comic-Con, his critique group, and SCBWI meetings. Follow him on Twitter at @ErikCMartin.
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