A comedy in one act.
It is literature, not life, I promise ;)
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Act I, Scene I-
A hearing in a pretend county on an emergency motion. Hour 1.4 of what was supposed to be a thirty minute hearing.
Our poor fool is sitting with her client, who is FABULOUS,
everyone should have a client like him.
Opposing Counsel, we’ll call “OC” because it works, has just finished up her client's trip
down memory lane.
During cross, which is unusually organized
if the author may speculate, Counsel begins to notice a familiar wobble in her
voice, flushed cheeks, and a bit of warmth at the back of her head. She looks down, and sees that her hands are beginning to shake. She thinks: “No.
Bueno.”
Counsel finishes cross and returns opposing party (who is
testifying via telephone. Not Court
Call, mind you, the telephone) to OC. Not wanting to pass out at counsel table and
bash her head in (Insurance doesn’t kick in for another week or so.) Counsel
searches for options. “Hazaah!” She remembers a fruit leather tucked neatly
away in her court backpack. (Seriously, don’t bring an actual backpack to
court.) Believing she has a short time left before full meltdown and several minutes
before OC finishes her conversation,
Counsel shoves the entire fruit leather into her mouth.
At just that moment, JO, who has been away from Counsel’s
sightline for the entirety of the hearing by a dragon of the 1984 boxy desktop
variety, leans forward and asks “Re-Cross Counsel?”.
Chipmunk Cheeks for the win!
-End Scene-
-The End-
**No chipmunks were harmed in the writing of this play. Or
any other time that I’m aware of.**
**Hypothetical shout out to my better work half, CJK, for
making sure my backpack was stocked with snacks before sending me off to camp
this week.**
-DEC
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