September 02, 2007
Finally The Key
Finally The Key. Ridicule Photograph © 2007 Jerome du Bois.
by The Tears Of Things
"So there it is."
"That's it? That's the key?"
"That's what they said."
"Who did?"
"The two Greyhairs."
"And where--?"
"They left."
"So now--"
"So now there it is."
"Big as Life."
"But that means there's no more excu--"
"Don't say it."
"We don't have to say it."
"If we don't say it . . . "
". . . it doesn't have to be."
"But there it is: the Key."
"But do we have to --? I mean are we obligated--? I mean just because it's there--"
"Dammit! Who dug this up?"
"I told you: they left."
"Well, they're the ones who should . . . "
"Should what?"
". . . Find the lock."
"The lock?"
"Yes, the lock! What do you think the Key is for? Do you know where it is? I don't!"
"Well--"
"Anyone?" (Pause.) "Anyone?"
"So . . . if we don't know where the lock is . . . what good is the Key?"
(All) "No good!"
"Perhaps, then, in the interests of . . . stability, we should, then, perhaps . . . what?"
"Bury it. Put it back."
"Rebury it?"
"Absolutely!"
(Digging sounds. . . . A few minutes later)
"Okay. Let's get outta here."