the sarchasm: a play in one act

Sunday afternoon at home in suburban East Nashville. A MOTHER (somewhat begrudgingly) slices her last organic Fuji apple for her three year old son PATRICK to take in the car. As the family is heading out the door, and the alarm system is arming, the MOTHER makes a frantic attempt to straighten the living room.

MOTHER:

(Mutters bitchily to herself, world is so ungrateful. Life, so annoying. Everyone, so messy.)

Thanks for leaving muffin crumbs all over the coffee table and carpet, Patrick.

PATRICK:

(Pauses to think)

Thanks for giving me that yummy, fruity apple.

MOTHER:

(Dies of shame.)

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