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The Show Must Go On
№ 11 in the 💯Story Challenge
Feb 10, 2022
McMahan: Where’s the body, Joan?
[JOAN avoids eye-contact, wringing her hands nervously behind her back.]
McMahan: Joan?
Joan: I’m a little teapot, short and stout…here is my handle, here is my spout… [JOAN dips to the side, left hand pointing toward the ground. MCMAHAN starts, his face a question.]
McMahan: There? [He points to the ground by her left foot.]
Joan: Hey coppa, you’re a smart one now, aintcha?
[MCMAHAN pushes her aside, digging into the dirt with his shovel, quickly uncovering a bruised hand.]
McMahan: The director!? Shit, Joan! How are we supposed to finish this scene without him?
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